Episode One

Prologue

Doctor Jonathan Winters' Log

Stationed in Perisia, on Inobulus IV

August 1st 2397 (Sixty years ago)

After having been stationed in Perisia – Capital city of Amovia- in the northern continent of Inobulus IV for almost two months, I have given medical attention to an Inobulan for the first time today. This particular Inobulan works as a hustler in a Perisian brothel called 'Happy times'. His employer, an individual by the name of Squeektin showed asking that I give his employee medical attention. I'm not sure 'he' would be the right term. Let me explain. Inobulans are a one gender species, and though they look male on the outside and they identify as males, I have come to my first encounter with the true nature of this particular species native to the third planet of the binary solar system in the Thypso nebula.

Kryasleon, the Inobulan I've given medical attention to today, was complaining of high fever and a certain rash in his genital area. My surprise came today as I started a medical check-up on Kryasleon. It is one thing to have known in advance that Inobulans are hermaphrodites, and a totally different one to see one first hand, especially one with the particularities of Inobulans.

As in any other species, the Inobulan reproductive system is a collection of external and internal organs. As in any other hermaphrodite species, the Inobulan reproductive system is comprised of male and female organs – both internal and external.

The male part of their reproductive system consists of two major parts, the testes, usually an internal organ in this particular species -though not always the rule-, and the penis, or penises – Inobulans can have from one to three penises according to Starforce Medical Journal.

The female part of their reproductive system consists of the uterus, vulva, or vulvas, and vagina, or vaginas – according to Starforce Medical Journal, Inobulans can have one or two vaginas with their respective external vulvas. The Inobulan uterus is rather large in comparison to the human uterus since the members of this species carry from one to six babies in each pregnancy – there's one registered case of an Inobulan giving birth to nine babies in one pregnancy. For feeding of their offspring, most Inobulans have from four and up to eight mammary glands.

It doesn't come as a surprise that Inobulans have become so popular in brothels all over the known universe in the past ten years, given the multiple possibilities their genitalia can offer. Since the colonization of Inobulus IV many travelers have come searching for sexual intercourse with Inobulans, and many Inobulans have, of course, been offered positions in brothels abroad.

The redundancy of the Inobulan organs, however, is not exclusive to their genitals. Inobulans are known to have two hearts – one of which works exclusively for reproductive purposes-, two stomachs, two prostate glands, as well as two livers.

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 1
Imaginary friend

Captain's log

Stardate 44223.1

We have arrived at the Belphagor Nebula. The Venture has been assigned to do a preliminary mapping of the Nebula as we pass by, en route to the Gaenerum System. This region of space, previously unexplored by StarForce, has attracted the attention of Starforce Command and the Confederation since it seems to be a rich source of Dilithium. It is our mission to assess the likelihood of the assumption for Starforce Command.

Counselor Ruavu Daelar was sitting comfortably in his office as Noah played with some of the dolls the therapist used to treat young patients. Noah Winters was the nine-year-old interspecies son of Starforce Human Lieutenant Commander Jeremiah Winters and Inobulan Ensign Zadra and had remained with Winters when his parents separated. Like most children whose parents worked in Starforce, Noah had never stayed in the same place for any length of time and so had lacked the opportunity to make long-term friends.

Lt. Cmdr. Winters had recently come on board the United Starforce Ship Venture as Chief Security Officer and was worried about Noah's apparent social awkwardness. Moreover, Lt. Cmdr. Winters was even more worried since as of late, Noah had started speaking of this imaginary friend called Baal. According to Noah, Baal was his best friend and the one who would never abandon him even if he had to move from ship to ship.

On his first meeting with Lt. Cmdr. Jeremiah Winters, Counselor Ruavu Daelar had told the Lt. Cmdr. there was probably nothing to worry about. Daelar had explained how it was very normal for a certain type of kid to develop imaginary friends as a mechanism to cope with the lack of real-world friends. In Noah's case, Ruavu Daelar had explained, it was perfectly normal since his parents had been moving starships since the boy was very young. The lack of roots and the short permanence of Lt. Winters or Ensign Zadra in any assignment had resulted in Noah's need to have a friend who would never leave him. And thus Baal had been born in the child's imagination.

The Renoxamorph Counselor had been treating Noah Winters for almost a month now and though progress had been slow, he was satisfied that the boy had finally opened up and started sharing little things with Ruavu Daelar.

"So, Noah," Counselor Daelar said, "how do you like the Venture now that you've been here for a month?"

For an answer beautiful blonde Noah Winters shrugged as he continued to play with the scale models of Danarian beasts.

"Are you not comfortable yet on board?" Daelar asked.

Noah shrugged again.

"Baal doesn't like it here," Noah said without looking at the Cyan-skin Renoxamorph.

"Who's Baal?" Daelar asked pretending not to know about the boy's imaginary friend.

"He's my best friend."

"I see," Daelar said.

"Some people think I'm crazy because nobody else can see him," Noah said in his sweet voice, "but I don't care if they think I'm crazy, Baal is the best of friends."

"Well, if it helps,"Ruavu Daelar said, "I don't think you're crazy."

"You don't?" Noah asked genuinely surprised.

"In fact," the Renoxamorph said, "when I was your age, I used to have a friend nobody else could see either."

"Really?" Noah's eyes sparkled.

"Yes."

"What was his name?" Noah asked curiously looking at the man in his black-with-no-white eyes.

"Its name," he said, "Blinx."

"Blinx wasn't a he?" Noah said and smiled.

"It was a teal-colored Renoxamorph Proxiploff with big purple eyes and a purr that would put me to sleep when I was sad or homesick. That was one of the reasons I liked Blinx so much."

"Wow!"

"What about Baal? Why do you like him so much?" Daelar asked.

"Because he likes playing with me and cuddles with me if I'm alone."

"I see. What does Baal look like?" the counselor asked the boy.

Noah smiled and left the dolls he'd been playing with on the little table so he could devote all his attention to talking about his friend. He inhaled and exhaled and decided he liked Counselor Ruavu Daelar very much. He was, after all, the only adult who did not think Noah was crazy with the whole Baal business and who had actually shown interest in the boy's friend.

"See, that's the tricky part with Baal," Noah said.

"Oh! Why? Is he a shapeshifter?" Ruavu Daelar asked with genuine interest as he smiled at his nine-year-old patient.

"No, not really, but he doesn't look like anything I've ever seen before," Noah carried on, "He's sort of a reptilian species I guess, with snake-like green eyes and scaly brown skin."

"How very scary," Ruavu Daelar said.

"Not really, he's a really cool friend," Noah said and grinned, "but he can be scary too if somebody threatens him or me."

"I see," Ruavu said, "Is he here now?"

"No," Noah said, "Would you like to meet him?"

Ruavu Daelar smiled and nodded as he spoke in his warm tone, "I would very much like to meet Baal."

Noah Winters closed his eyes and made a humming sound in order to summon his friend. The counselor looked at the boy feeling genuinely curious at the boy's ritual. A couple of minutes later, Noah opened his eyes again.

"He's here," he said.

"Hello Baal," Ruavu Daelar said, "Noah speaks highly of you and I was really curious to meet you."

Noah Winters turned left, and pouted in concentration as if he were listening to Baal and then spoke, "Baal says he likes you very much too because you listen to me."

"Well, Baal," Ruavu Daelar said, "I'm really glad we both care about Noah and listen to him. Thank you for being Noah's friend too."

Noah Winters smiled and nodded to the Counselor. The therapist felt relieved that he had started making progress with the boy. It usually took more time to gain a child's trust, but it seemed Noah was a rather open and warm kid, or maybe it was the fact that he was half Inobulan, since it was a natural trait of Inobulans to be openhearted and trusting. Daelar was sure things were going to start going smoothly and little by little he'd make Noah Winters begin interacting with real kids so he could forget his imaginary friend and move on. Daelar smiled with a tinge of nostalgia as he remembered Blinx, his furry imaginary friend from childhood. Many a time the now Starforce Counselor had sought refuge in Blinx's arms when he faced a personal crisis. When his mother died. When his brother moved abroad. Then, as it always happened he grew into adulthood and forgot about Blinx. And now sweet Noah Winters had reminded him of his long forgotten imaginary friend.

Ahh! The wonders of childhood.

"So," Lt. Jeremiah Winters said as he and his boy had dinner in their quarters on board the Venture, "How was the session with Counselor Daelar?"

"It was fine," Noah said as he ate his chicken soup, "I liked it so very much and so did Baal."

"Honey, about Baal," the good-looking man began.

"What about Baal, daddy?" Noah asked.

Jeremiah was about to ask his child to stop talking of a non-existing entity when he remembered Counselor Daelar's suggestions on how to deal with the situation. According to Ruavu, for a child in Noah's position, the most important thing was for adults not to invalidate his points of view and ideas, and that included his imaginary friend. So instead of arguing, he just nodded and smiled at his nine-year-old boy.

"I'm glad you have him as a friend," the man said.

"You are?" Noah asked in surprise, this being the first time his dad had expressed such a feeling for his friend.

"Of course I am!" Jeremiah Winters said, "Nothing makes me happier than that which makes you happy. You, Noah, are the most precious thing to me. You are my son, and I love you."

Noah smiled at his daddy and kept on eating. Jeremiah didn't know what to say most of the time. Zadra, his former spouse, had been a lot closer to Noah than he was, but the Inobulan had been very clear he did not want custody of the child. He'd said he was still very young and wanted to travel and see the Galaxy and he did not want the burden of a child. Jeremiah Winters, on the other hand, loved his child more than anything in the world, though he sometimes found it hard to connect with Noah, maybe, because they were different species, or maybe just because he was having very little time to spend with his beloved child.

Halfway through the meal, Winters' communicator chirped and the Lieutenant tapped on it.

"Winters, go ahead," he said.

"Lt. this is Ensign De'Lorna," the voice of the youngest member of the crew came through his commbadge.

"Go ahead, Ensign."

"Ambassador Quinto is ready to beam from the USS Opal Star."

"I'll meet him in Transporter Room 4, Ensign," Winters said.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," the boy said, "De'Lorna out."

Noah looked at his father knowing what this meant; it meant his dad would probably not be back from duty before he went to bed, and possibly not all night long. He was angry at his daddy, as he was most of the time, because Starforce kept on taking his father away from him, but he knew it was his daddy's job and he could do nothing about it. Sometimes, like today, he missed Zadra, his other daddy. But Zadra had left and Noah was sure he didn't love him, so, why even think of him?

"Noah," his dad said.

"Go," he said and went back to his meal.

Jeremiah said nothing else. He could clearly recognize Noah's attitude as one of anger, but he had no answer and knew Counselor Daelar was already working on the issues his child was going through. Ignoring Noah's attitude, the man leaned to kiss Noah's forehead as he said he'd be back soon. The door slid open and Jeremiah left his quarters. As soon as his father had gone, Noah threw his dish away, crossed his arms over his chest and started crying. He was so into it, he was startled by the voice behind him.

"Noah," the voice said.

Noah Winters turned around and saw Baal, flesh and blood, standing next to the window and looking at Noah straight in the eye. Baal was exactly as Noah had pictured him for as long as the reptiloid had been his friend. Probably 20 cm [8"] taller than Noah, with a child-like round reptilian face, big green eyes with slit pupils. His skin was different shades of brown and scaly, and the most impressive part of his anatomy was the head. It was a snake-like head with several different appendages that looked somewhat like tentacles and fell over his head like hair, just the way Noah used to see him in his mind.

"Baal?" Noah asked in surprise.

"Hello, Noah…" Baal said.

Noah Winters looked at Baal and blinked repeatedly as he looked at the reptiloid.

"Why are you so surprised to see me?" Baal asked.

"It's just … I'd never seen you before … like this …" the Inobulan boy said.

"I thought you'd be glad to see me," Baal said a hint of hurt in his voice.

"Oh, I am!" Noah said and jumped from his seat excitedly, "I'm so happy to see you!"

"Come here, Noah," Baal said opening his arms.

The Inobulan approached his friend and Baal hugged him. It felt so good that Noah felt, for the very first time in his life, protected. Baal was physically here and Noah felt as delighted as he had ever felt. Baal, or rather, Evh'ouldorc, also felt delighted as he felt the warmth of Noah's child figure against his Belphagorian body. Like all Belphagorians, the scent of the Inobulan boy made his pulse quicken and his anatomy stir. There was something though, about Noah, something Evh'ouldorc had not anticipated. His nostrils could perceive clearly the sweet scent of Noah's blood, the enticing smell of Noah's sweat glands, the acrid and inviting aroma of Noah's urine inside his bladder, and the arousing scent of sperm clearly emanating from the boy's testicles. But there was something else, something Evh'ouldorc had not foreseen. A scent he'd never picked up from a boy and he almost instantly knew what it was: a slight sweet vaginal scent. Was it possible?

As the USS Venture had passed through the Belphagorian nebula, Evh'ouldorc had used his telepathic abilities to scan the outsiders. In a matter of seconds, he'd scanned every single one of the 300 people on board the Venture and felt immediately intrigued by Noah. He'd then scanned the boy's thoughts, and learned about Baal, Noah's long time friend. The alien, however, had not picked up the fact that the Inobulan boy was a hermaphrodite. It was a rare opportunity for a Belphagorian to treat himself to an alien species. In the embrace, Evh'ouldorc, felt how his Belphagorian body started stirring and he had to end the hug; he did not want to scare Noah before he could have him, since once in heat, Evh'ouldorc would turn into his real form; Noah would not be ready to see him the way he was. Reluctantly, the Belphagorian broke the embrace.

"So," Noah said, "Do you want to play?"

"What time will your dad be back?" the Belphagorian asked.

"I have no idea," Noah said, "Why?"

"I was thinking we might read stories or something."

"That sounds awesome!" Noah said, "Let's go to my room!"

"Sure!" Evh'ouldorc said and followed Noah.

As the boy walked before him, the Belphagorian adult male disguised as Baal, paid close attention to Noah's inviting bubble butt and felt the tingling in his body once again, but the time to take Noah was not yet here, so Evh'ouldorc breathed deeply in order to calm his urges down through the release of a relaxation substance in his brain. As they entered the room, 'Baal' asked Noah to pick a good book to read as the Belphagorian sat on the boy's bed, legs opened.

"This is my favorite!" Noah said excitedly coming to the bed.

"Come," Evh'ouldorc said patting the space between his legs, "Sit here."

Noah was so naïve he didn't even think it was wrong for him to sit between his best friend's legs. All he could think was how happy he was that Baal was really here, truly here, for the first time in his life. Baal had been his best friend in his mind and now the reptiloid was gonna be his physical best friend.

"Read for me," Evh'ouldorc said as he pulled Noah against his body.

The Inobulan nine year old started reading 'Treasure Planet" as Baal caressed his blond hair. Noah felt warm and tingly as his friend played with his hair. Never had Noah had a friend like Baal and he was ever so glad his friend had appeared in flesh and blood. As he carried on with his reading, he felt Baal's scaly hands rubbing his tummy and felt a funny tingling inside. He tried his best to keep on reading but, suddenly he giggled.

"That tickles!" he said and giggled some more.

"Is that bad?" Baal asked.

"Not really," Noah said.

"Then continue reading for me, Noah," Baal commanded.

Noah Winters continued to read for his friend. Evh'ouldorc couldn't help himself and started moving his hands up, suddenly finding and caressing Noah's sweet nipples. Noah felt a funny tingling inside as his friend touched his boytits.

"Baal?" Noah said.

"Yes, Noah?" Baal asked.

"I don't think you're supposed to do that," the boy said in a serious tone.

"Why?" Evh'ouldorc asked in his Baal voice, "Does it feel bad?"

"Um … not really," Noah said thoughtfully.

"Are you not my friend?" Baal asked.

"I am!" Noah exclaimed.

"Then carry on reading," Baal said as his head appendages released an invisible pheromone into Noah's face, "I just want to make you feel good, and I thought touching your boytits would feel good. Does it feel good?"

Suddenly Noah realized it did feel good and giggled once again, "It does."

Evh'ouldorc chuckled and encouraged Noah to carry on reading the story. As the boy did, the Belphagorian carried on working on Noah's sweet nipples. After a bit more reading, the nipple caressing turned into nipple squeezing and a bit of soft pinching. Noah started feeling really funny in his crotch. He didn't know why but he was breathing heavily and felt a bit wet 'down there'. He got scared. Wasn't it a bit awkward for Baal to be touching his boytits in such a fashion?

"Baal?" he said.

"Shhhhh," Baal said releasing a bit more of the pheromone, "keep reading."

Noah didn't know why, but he obeyed. While Baal's left hand continued to work on his boytits, his right hand went down and inside his underwear. Now that was definitely wrong! That was bad touch and Noah was well aware of what bad touch was. He had to tell Baal to stop touching his 'juju'. But it felt kind of good, didn't it? No, it was wrong!

Evh'ouldorc felt delighted as he started rubbing his scaly fingers in Noah's soft pussy. As he parted the now wet vaginal lips, the Belphagorian found Noah's sweet dick between them, hard and wet as well. He shouldn't let himself get carried away, but he couldn't help it. His second right and left hands emerged from his sides and before Noah could understand what was happening, two hands were squeezing and pinching his nipples while two hands were inside his 'undies'. With his lower right hand Evh'ouldorc kept Noah's vaginal lips opened ad with his lower left hand he started fondling Noah's sweet dick, peeling back the boy's tight foreskin and releasing the sweet pink dickhead.

"Baal, stop!" Noah said desperate at the sensations in both his 'juju' and 'weenie'.

Evh'ouldorc stopped the touching.

"Fine," Baal said, "I thought we were friends!"

And having said this, Baal disappeared. Noah was suddenly alone in his bed breathing heavily and still shocked at what had happened. His 'juju' was wet and still felt funny and his weenie was really hard. Why had Baal touched his 'privies'? And why was he thinking somehow it had felt good?

"Baal?" he said, "Baal, where are you?"

But Baal did not reply. Evh'ouldorc was still in the room, but he had turned invisible so he could observe Noah's reaction. The Belphagorian was seriously aroused and thought he might've moved too quickly on Noah, but the boy's response to his pheromones and touching had shown he was ready. With enough manipulation he could treat himself to this gorgeous hermaphrodite sweet boy. As he observed Noah, he licked the Belphagorian fingers with which he had groped Noah's dick and pussy.

"Baal!" Noah said, "Baal, please come back!"

Something inside Evh'ouldorc made him want to appear again, but he knew he had to play it hard if he was to get Noah. While invisible, Evh'ouldorc focused on reading the crews' thoughts as he looked at lovely Noah Winters calling for him.

"Baal, please!" Noah begged, but his friend did not come back.

Silently, little Noah Winters started sobbing thinking he had lost his best friend just as he had finally met him for real.

Act 2
DISASTER

Lt. Jeremiah Winters was standing next to Ensign Rak Vor'ta, one of the first Serengis to have graduated from Starforce Academy and with an honorable record, something of an accomplishment for a member of such a treacherous species.

"I have a lock on Ambassador Quinto, Sir," the 1.50 meters [4' 11"] tall Serengi said.

"Energize," Lt. Winters said.

Ensign Rak Vor'ta's hands flew over the console and, a second later, the shimmering light of the teleporter appeared before the heavy set figure of Ambassador Quinto materialized over the teleporter pad. Lt. Jeremiah Winters approached the ambassador and bowed.

"Ambassador Quinto," Winters said, "Welcome on board the Venture. I'm Lt. Cmdr. Winters, Chief Security Officer."

"Nice to make your acquaintance, Cmdr. Winters," the handsome looking Nusan ambassador replied extending his palm as a greeting.

"Captain Dar offers his apologies in not receiving you himself, Ambassador," Winters added, "but he'd be glad if you could join him for dinner tonight."

"That is much appreciated and acceptable," Quinto said, "Inform your captain I will be delighted to join him."

"Thank you, Ambassador. Now, if you'll follow me to your accommodation."

"Thank you, Commander. I would, however, like to begin the tour before going to my quarters."

"By all means Sir," Winters said and tapped on his commbadge, "Winters to Captain Dar."

"Captain Dar here," the man replied, "Go ahead, Commander."

"Ambassador Quinto would like to begin his tour of the Venture now," Lt. Winters said.

"By all means Commander," Captain Dar said, "I'll meet you both on the bridge."

"Thank you, Captain. Winters out."

Lt. Cmdr. Winters walked alongside Ambassador Quinto. On their way to the bridge, Winters could do nothing but admire the Ambassador's presence. Not only was he gorgeous looking, a bit too gorgeous for a Nusan who was close to his 90th birthday, but there was a strong sense of serenity about the man, something that emanated from his dark almond-shaped eyes.

As they walked, Ambassador Quinto asked a question here and there, about this and that, and Jeremiah Winters felt fascinated with the man as he answered each of his queries. A few minutes later, Lt Winters and the Ambassador entered the bridge and Captain Sykes Dar rose from his place, his lead followed by Commander Derian Dormak, his First Officer and Commander Dyk'Lan G'kharis, his Second Officer.

"Ambassador," Captain Dar said, "Welcome on board the Venture, it's a pleasure to have you with us."

"The pleasure is all mine, Captain Dar," the Ambassador responded, "You are most gracious in receiving me and taking me to the Gaenerum System."

"Captain," Lt. Junior Grade Jordan Jones turned from his console, "You have a subspace message from Admiral Ryder at Starforce Command."

"On screen, Mister Jones," Sykes Dar said.

The image of Admiral Raymond Ryder showed on the main screen.

"Captain Dar," he said, "Always nice to talk to you."

"Likewise, Admiral," Dar replied, "What can I do for you today?"

"Just relaying a message from Starforce Command requesting that you be in the Gaenerum System at 2100 hours."

"2100 hours, Admiral?" Dar said, "What's the rush?"

"Festivities for the Grand Maezur will commence ahead of time, and Ambassador Quinto is the official master of ceremonies on behalf of the Federation. The Gyroxians want to make sure the Ambassador will be properly briefed before the festivities."

"Very well, Admiral. I see no problem in making it on schedule."

"Great, Captain. Take care of yourself. Ryder out."

"Captain," the youngest of the crew, twelve-year old child prodigy Ensign De'Lorna, spoke.

"Yes, Ensign?"

"If we clear the Nebula within two hours, we should be able to make it to the Gaenerum system well ahead of schedule."

"Sounds like a plan, Ensign," Sykes Dar said and tapped his combadge, "Commander Wolfe."

"Wolfe here," the blue-eyed Epsiloid Chief Engineer said on the other side of the communicator.

"Commander," Captain Sykes Dar spoke, "we have been contacted by Starforce Command requesting that the Venture be in the Gaenarum System by 2100. How long before we finish our preliminary charting of the Belphagor Nebula?"

"At our current speed, we should be clearing the nebula in about two hours, captain," Wolfe said.

"Excellent, Commander," the Commanding Officer of the Venture replied, "Dar out."

Evh'ouldorc, sitting in Noah Winters' room, felt his blood rush to his head as he heard in his head the Chief Engineer of the Venture acknowledging to the Captain that the ship would clear the Nebula in less than two hours. He could not let that happen. If the ship left the Nebula, he would lose any chance he had of fucking little Noah Winters. He had gone without sex for almost six months and he was in heat. It was a fact that, once in heat, intercourse for a Belphagorian could run for days at a time, sometimes even weeks. Evh'ouldorc really wanted to have Noah Winters.

"I did not know children served on board starships," Ambassador Quinto said as he looked at young blond Ensign Dewey De'Lorna.

"They are not, Ambassador," Captain Dar said, "Ensign De'Lorna is an exception to the rule. He is, what you would call, a child prodigy. I gave him the rank of acting Ensign after he proved his value saving my ship from being obliterated by a Blackhole.

"Most impressive," the tall and heavy set Nusan replied as he rubbed his heavy beard.

"With the rank also came the duty of becoming helmsman of the Alpha shift."

"He must be a remarkable child, then," Ambassador Quinto spoke.

"He is, Ambassador. Now, if you'd like, we could begin your tour of the …"

Captain Dar was unable to complete his sentence because the Venture suddenly shook entirely, as if it had been hit by a torpedo blast. Lt. Cmdr. Winters went out of his way to make sure Ambassador Quinto was unharmed at the unexpected event.

"Commander Wolfe," the Captain said tapping his combadge.

"Wolfe here!" the Chief Engineer replied as he stood before the closest access terminal to start working on the readings.

"What the hell just happened, Mr. Wolfe?" the Captain asked.

"I have some very confusing readings here, Captain," the Engineer said, "looks like we have just lost warp engines. Apparently …"

The Venture suddenly shuddered as a brief explosion took place in Engineering.

"Commander?" Dar asked with an edge of exasperation on the other side of the communicator.

"Coolant leak!" Lieutenant Torres shouted, "We have a coolant leak in the secondary warp reactor!"

Derek Wolfe ran from his access terminal to stand beside Torres. Readings were crazy on the Lieutenant's terminal. Torres had barely finished announcing the coolant leak, when the Venture was rocked again, this time by what was clearly an explosion.

"We've lost the left nacelle!" Lt. Junior Grade Robin Tatum shouted from his terminal.

"Mister Wolfe," Captain Dar asked again through the communicator, "what the hell is happening to my ship???!!!!!"

"Give me a few minutes, Sir," Derek Wolfe said as he moved about trying to assess the damage to the Venture.

Torres and Tatum, Assistant and 2nd Assistant Chief Engineers, moved about following Wolfe's orders as they assessed the damage. Scanners in hand, both men went to and fro checking the warp reactors, the warp chambers and the containment units. Time was of the essence if the Engineering team of the Venture were to avert a disaster of epic proportions.

Evh'ouldorc felt more than satisfied that his mischief had paid off. In his head he heard the chaos taking place all over the ship as he looked at lovely Noah Winters who had now fallen asleep after crying for his friend Baal to return. He approached the bed and, as he leaned over the boy, he opened his mouth and exhaled some sort of green gas. Just as he was done, he pulled Noah's shirt up revealing the boy's lovely white torso and his soft small pink nipples. He leaned over Noah and licked at both his nipples alternately. He pulled Noah's pants and underwear down and approached the boy's pubic mound. With his upper hands he parted the vaginal lips and found Noah's dicklet right under them. He inhaled the sweet scent of the boy's genitals deeply and tentatively licked inside him.

'Sweet boy sex," he said.

Noah stirred a bit, but could not wake up, and the Belphagorian knew he had some time before the boy would come around, so he peeled Noah's foreskin down and started licking on the boy's pink sweet knob-shaped dickhead. Noah moaned in his slumber. With a hunger only a Belphagorian could experience, Evh'ouldorc started sucking on Noah's dicklet as he started fingering his little pussy. At the same time, with his lower hands, he started playing with the boy's ass. As he fingered the boy's two holes and sucked him, little Noah started stirring even more and, when his little dicklet started throbbing, Evh'ouldorc knew he was about to taste the boy's immature cum he had perceived when he first appeared to the boy.

Noah stirred a bit more as his little dicklet started spurting his cum in Evh'ouldorc's mouth. The Belphagorian could not help but try a bit more of Noah's bodily fluids and sank his left fang slightly into Noah's sweet dickhead. The droplet of blood showed almost instantly and, as he lapped it, Noah's blood brought the Belphagorian to a higher state of ecstasy. He sucked on the boy's dickhead getting more of the sweet innocent blood and then forced himself to stop as he heard in his head that Noah's father was coming to check if Noah was okay after the incident with the warp engines. He put the boy's clothes back in place and made himself invisible as he exhaled the antidote to the sleeping agent he had used on Noah before.

Little Noah Winters opened his eyes and felt the after bliss of orgasm, not really able to understand what had happened. His dicklet was hard and his pussy was wet. He realized he'd been dreaming of Baal doing stuff to him and touching him in his privies. He sat on the bed as the door to his living quarters opened and his dad came inside.

"Noah!" Jeremiah Winters said and ran to his son, "Are you alright?"

"I am, daddy," he said, "What happened?"

"Didn't you feel the ship shudder?" his daddy asked.

"I think I fell asleep, daddy," Noah said.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're okay, baby!" his dad said kissing him all over.

Jeremiah Winters knew well there was nothing more important for him than his son and was ever so glad Noah hadn't even realized what had happened. He didn't know, of course, that his son was in more subtle danger at the hands of a Belphagorian sexual beast. Invisible in the corner of the room, Evh'ouldorc watched as Jeremiah hugged and kiss his son all over and felt aroused once again. He had to have Noah before he lost his mind. He needed the sexual intercourse and he knew Noah was the one he wanted, he had now completely gotten obsessed with the Inobulan boy. He had tasted his semen, blood and vaginal fluid and couldn't wait to have him fully.

"Where are we on repairs?" Captain Sykes Dar asked, his expression stern.

Evh'ouldorc watched the Senior Staff from a corner in the meeting room. Captain Sykes Dar was not a handsome man in the conventional sense. He had a strong jawline and a stern expression. He was a bulky man, with a clean-shaven head, a French fork and blue eyes. A human probably in his late forties or early fifties. Still, there was something really attractive about the man, it was probably his demeanor.

"Not nearly close to having the warp core fixed, Captain," Chief Engineer Derek Wolfe replied, "we still don't know what hit us, but the secondary chamber is completely fried."

Derek Wolf was a tall semi-muscular stud with beautiful facial features, blond hair and blue eyes. Unlike most of the staff, Wolfe was not wearing the standard Starforce black jumpsuit, but a vermilion loose long-sleeved shirt and tight pants in the same color. The uniform currently worn by the Epsiloid militia, to which he actually belonged,"we still don't know what hit us, but the secondary chamber is completely fried."

"Cmdr. Winters?" the Captain said.

Evh'ouldorc now looked at Noah's dad. The man was a handsome specimen too, tall and muscular with wavy dark brown hair, blue eyes, a roman nose and beautiful lips.

"I have finished a full sweep of the ship, Captain," Winters said, "our sensors did not detect any outside threat or any intruder or unidentified alien life-signature. As far as I'm concerned, as Security Chief I can say this must've been a core malfunction."

Evh'ouldorc smiled.

"We have another problem, sir," handsome Afro American Communications Officer Lt. JG Jordan Jones said, "all communications are down, there's no way we can contact Starforce Command to let them know we will not make it to the Gaenarum System on time."

"Sir," the Xenu Second Officer spoke this time, "Inertial dampers are misbehaving as well. I'm worried they might fail. If we lose them, the Venture could get bumpy."

Dyk'Lan G'kharis was not a common specimen, being a reptilian from the Xenu homeworld. His face and head were scaled in yellow and green, and his orange-red eyes gave him a fierce appearance, adding to his muscular physique.

Captain Sykes sighed as he looked at his senior staff and spoke, "I'd like to hear some suggestions, gentlemen."

Evh'ouldorc closed his eyes and focused on Lt. Cmdr. Dormak, the muscular and somewhat short Daenarian sitting across from the Captain. Dormak was the Venture's First Officer. Short wavy dark blue hair, a blunt nose, thick lips and green eyes. From previous experience, Evh'ouldorc knew Daenarians were prone to telepathic manipulation and thought the man was his best choice.

"Captain," the First Officer said, "If I may?"

"By all means Number One," Captain Sykes Dar said.

"The third planet within the first solar system inside the Belphagor Nebula is a Type A Planet, and currently uninhabited. If we're having issues with both the warp engine and inertial dampers, I think our best call would be to land the ship on the planet while we work on the issues at large."

"Sounds like a good call, Number One," the Captain said, "Cmdr. Winters."

"Yes, sir?"

"I want a full probe analysis of the planet, to be on the safe side. Cmdr. Wolfe see how fast you can achieve the repairs of the warp core. Lt. Jones, I need you to get to work on re-establishing communications."

All officers nodded.

"Ensign Solaris," Captain Dar said speaking to the young Chief Science Officer, a blue-eyed, pointy-eared, doll-faced nineteen-year old Muloran.

"Yes, Sir," the Ensign replied in his lovely voice.

"This might be a good opportunity for you to gather as much information about the Nebula and the systems within. Make it your priority."

"Aye, sir," Solaris said.

"Number One," Dar added, "please get in touch with Doctor Rogantis to set emergency procedures. I wouldn't want the crew catching a disease on an unknown planet."

"Aye, Sir."

"Very well, gentlemen," the Captain said looking at his crew, "I think we're done. Dismissed."

The Belphagorian knew his most pressing concerns were Communications Officer Jordan Jones and Chief Engineer Derek Wolfe. If repairs or communications were completed, The Venture would move away from the Nebula before Evh'ouldorc could have Noah.

"Number One," Captain Sykes Dar said pushed by an unknown force, "As soon as you're done with Doctor Rogantis, assist Lt. Jones in his efforts to bring communications back."

"Aye, Sir," Dormak replied.

Going inside Dormak's head again, Evh'ouldorc made the First Officer look at Jones with lusty eyes. Derian Dormak felt first shocked and then aroused at the thoughts coming into his mind. But as everyone went his way, and Dormak and Jones remained in the turbocap, the First Officer couldn't help but speak.

"Are you doing something tonight, Lieutenant?"

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Never mind," Dormak said leaving the turbocap on his way to his quarters.

What had he been thinking? Why had he come on to Lt. Jones like that? He didn't even know if the man was gay. Wait. He himself was not gay, was he? He'd never known he was, but he couldn't help thinking of the lieutenant and wondering how the sexy Afro American would look naked. 'What the hell am I thinking?'

Act 3
SEED OF EVIL

Derian Dormak, First Officer of the Venture entered his quarters unaware of the fact that a Belphagorian Sexual Beast was right behind him. He walked into his bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face, as he looked up, his eyes opened up in shock as he saw the creature standing right behind him. Before Dormak could initiate the intruder alert, The Belphagorian sank his fangs into the Daenerian's neck, sucking a bit of his blood, but effectively injecting the toxin. Being sexual in nature, Belphagorians possessed several weapons to manipulate their sexual prey, among them, a pheromone they could inject their prey with to 'mark' them. Through the bite, Evh'ouldorc was effectively injecting the pheromone, expecting to take control of the USS Venture. As soon as Dormak transferred the pheromone through his cum, the aphrodisiac would be released through the ship. Crew and families on board would be able to think of nothing but sex.

Dormak was just a little part of his plan. When he had injected enough of his sexual pheromone into the First Officer's blood stream, he let go and disappeared. Dormak blinked repeatedly as he regained consciousness sitting on his bathroom floor. Had he passed out? He wasn't sure, but he stood up to splash his face with cold water, just to be on the safe side, all memory of Evh'ouldorc gone from his mind. Once he had composed himself, he touched his commbadge and spoke.

"Doctor Rogantis," he said.

"Rogantis here," the Doctor replied.

"Please report to my quarters to go over the Medical Protocol for Planet Landing."

"On my way, sir," the doctor replied, "Rogantis out."

Derian Dormak sat at his desk as he waited for the Chief Medical Officer. Suddenly he felt really hot. Suddenly he remembered Lieutenant Jordan and how sexy he had looked in his uniform. Suddenly he found himself thinking Doctor Artim Rogantis was really hot too. What was happening to him? Before today, he had never been aroused at the thought of a man. Back on his home planet he was quite the ladies man, and he had had whichever woman he had wanted. Now, he was here thinking of Lt. Jones and Doctor Rogantis, and how sexy they were in their Starforce uniforms.

For the first time in his adult life, Derian Dormak found himself wondering about other males' genitals how big Jones' dick was and the shape of Rogantis' Bommorian cock. He was amazed at his own thoughts and noticed he was rock hard under his uniform. He did not know these thoughts had been placed in his mind by a Belphagorian in order to take control of the Venture. He wanted to jack off then and there, but another thought had been put in his mind: he would not cum, unless it was inside someone. He sighed as he waited for Doctor Rogantis to show. He was just hoping he would not be stupid enough to come on to the doctor as he had come on to Jones.

'I have not had sex since I last saw my fianceé. It must be that. Yes, it must be the fact that there are no women on the crew and I'm just experiencing the Ethax'sual ahead of time,' Derian Dormak thought trying to convince himself he was not suddenly feeling attracted to males. Daenerians were famous for their sexual prowess and stamina. Every other month, males of his species would experience the Ethax'sual, the highest point of their sexual heat. 'Yeah, it must be that.'

Evh'ouldorc felt satisfied with the First Officer's reaction to his mind suggestions and moved on to find his next target: eleven-year-old Romi Solaris.

Derian Dormak adjusted his uniform as he took a portable pad in order to go over the specifications of the third planet within the Nebula. As he had noticed before, the planet seemed devoid of humanoid life. The indigenous flora and fauna seemed harmless, but he'd have to wait on Cmdr. Winters for confirmation. He was going over the planet's specifications, when he heard the door chime. He adjusted himself, trying to hide -as much as it was possible- the hard-throbbing erection he could not get rid off, since after the meeting with the Senior staff.

"Come," he said.

Doctor Artim Rogantis came in. Derian Dormak found himself thinking how gorgeous Doctor Rogantis looked. The Bommorian doctor was definitely a handsome specimen, tall, slightly muscular, with short dark hair, thick eyebrows, blue eyes and thin lips, parted as those of a lion. The strange big feline ears, so common in Bommorians, seemed a lot more appealing than before to the Daenerian First Officer.

"Reporting for duty, Sir," Artim Rogantis said.

"Please, doctor, come in," the First Officer said pointing to a chair by the table so the doctor would sit, and they could get to work.

Artim Rogantis sat next to his First Officer and produced a pad so they could go over the Medical protocol before landing on the third Planet within the system. But as Cmdr. Dormak started speaking, the doctor realized he couldn't focus on what was being said. He didn't know what was happening inside him, but for the first time he noticed how attractive Cmdr. Dormak was. The more the First Officer spoke, the less Doctor Rogantis was able to concentrate on his words, thinking only of how much he'd like to get into the man's underpants.

"Are you okay, Doctor?" Derian Dormak asked.

"I … uh … I'm sorry, Sir," an obviously disturbed Rogantis said, "I … I don't seem able to focus on the matter at hand …"

"Are you feeling ill, Doctor?" Dormak asked placing his hand on the doctor's shoulder.

"I … um … I'm not sure, Sir," the Bommorian replied.

"Let's get this over with so you can go back to Sickbay where Doctor Dug'hkar can monitor you and see if everything's okay."

"Yes, Sir," Doctor Rogantis said.

Both the First Officer and the CMO of the USS Venture went over landing protocol. They assigned a junior doctor and two nurses to run tests on the island which was the agreed landing spot. They discussed options for team leaders to perform the tests. They created medical personnel rosters to see that all necessary staff could be available to provide medical attention in case the necessity arose. Each time they checked on a new protocol or discussed a new tactic, Derian Dormak touched the doctor's shoulders or hands, or breathed on the man's neck.

Artim Rogantis felt like he was about to lose his mind. He did not know what was happening, but he just couldn't focus anymore, Derian Dormak's presence was intoxicating. Every time Dormak tapped on a pad or produced a new one, Rogantis would discreetly look down at the massive chunk clearly outlined against the First Officer's tight black uniform pants. When they had finally finished reviewing protocol, Doctor Rogantis excused himself and ran, not to sickbay, but to his own quarters. By the time he entered his living accommodation, he had a raging hard on. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and released his Bommorian dick from its entrapment. He was hard alright, so hard his underwear was soaking wet with his precum.

'I need to ask this man out,' Artim Rogantis thought, not even caring that the man he was thinking about was his First Officer and a heterosexual by all accounts, and completely unaware that it was all the effect of the Belphagorian Pheromone which had made Derian Dormak irresistible in the doctor's eyes, 'I need to suck his cock, I need to swallow his cum.'

Before today, Artim Rogantis hadn't ever thought of sucking a man. He was now craving another man's cum. The Belphagorian Pheromone had worked his way inside him.

Romi Solaris, Ensign Gunner Solaris's eleven-year old brother, was in his quarters doing his homework. He was so into the activity he did not notice when Evh'ouldorc appeared behind him. Romi was a rather yummy specimen of a Muloran child, with dark brown hair, small dark eyes, a snub nose and a lovely pink pair of lips. He was not particularly tall and still child-shaped. In any other moment, Evh'ouldorc would've taken the boy then and there, however, his mission was not such. So, he sank his fangs on the boy's neck. Romi felt a sharp pain in his neck, but as soon as he turned, there was nobody there.

"What was …"

From the corner of the room, invisible to the boy, Evh'ouldorc sniffed the air. Yes, he had injected enough of his pheromone into Romi Solaris. If things worked out, chaos would ensue very soon. The Belphagorian left the Solaris' quarters because he still had some other people to visit on board before he could call his mission a success. Romi Solaris didn't know what had happened but told himself it had been his imagination and went back to his homework assignment. A thought though, had been placed in his mind: he needed to get his homeroom teacher to help him with this assignment.

As soon as he was done with Romi Solaris, Evh'ouldorc moved through the Venture in search of Lt. JG Jordan Jones' quarters; if the Belphagorian expected to incapacitate Lt Jones, the best way to do it was through the Lieutenant's nephew, lovely ten-year old Derrick Jones. For a reason unknown, the pheromone seemed to work better in youngsters, making adults go crazy about them, and the sexual monster was going to take any advantage he could to seize the ship and ensure his sexual intercourse with Noah Winters.

Very soon the Belphagorian found himself inside the Lieutenant's quarters where Derrick worked on a school project. Little Derrick Jones, who had been placed in the care of his Uncle Jordan since his parents' passing, was the sweetest of boys. His skin was a light brown and he had curly black hair. He had a beautiful blunt nose, sparky eyes and thick and beautiful lips. Dancing around the room in nothing but his underwear, Derrick almost screamed when he saw the Belphagorian in its true form, but nothing came to his throat. Evh'ouldorc repeated the pheromone-injection operation he had already performed on Derian Dormak and Romi Solaris, on the sweet black boy, making sure enough of the pheromone had been injected.

Once he'd been injected, Derrick Jones found himself sitting before his homework assignment and convincing himself he had imagined the whole thing. He had to focus on finishing his school project and so he went back to it.

Evh'ouldorc's next stop was Ensign Dewey De'lorna, the twelve-year-old helmsman of the U.S.S. Venture. The Alpha shift had just finished, and Dewey was already in his quarters. Evh'ouldorc couldn't resist the little boy, he was just so yummy to the eyes and there was this thing about the boy's mind. The Belphagorian remained invisible and watched as Dewey started getting naked in order to take a bath.

"Computer," Dewey De'lorna said as he entered the bathroom, "fill the tub. Hot water. 26 degrees Celsius."

"Confirmed," the computer replied, and the water started filling the tub.

When the tub was ready, Dewey sat down in it and closed his eyes in order to relax. Evh'ouldorc – still invisible – approached the boy and materialized under him. Dewey felt the scaly body under him, but before he could react, Evh'ouldorc sank his teeth into the boy's neck. Not only did he inject Dewey with his pheromone, but also with an immobilizing agent.

Dewey wanted to call for assistance but realized he could neither speak nor move. Evh'ouldorc's upper hands went to Dewey's nipples as his lower hands got busy on his little boy parts. Dewey had the sweetest of dicks, around 11 cm [4⅓"] in length and 6 cm [2⅓"] in girth. Evh'ouldorc peeled the abundant foreskin down, releasing Dewey's big sensitive cockhead as his other hand got busy on the boy's balls. The Belphagorian was dying to fuck something so he found himself fondling the half-human's nipples, dicklet and balls with a strong sexual enthusiasm.

Dewey De'lorna was shocked at was happening to him. Never had he had sex – he was twelve after all – and he'd never even masturbated yet, so the sensations in his body parts were completely new to him. This was rape! He hadn't had sex, but he knew that this was rape! He was being taken against his own will and he was unable to do anything. The sensations in his crotch intensified as the intruder rubbed his little dickhead in circles using the water and the soap to stimulate him.

Evh'ouldorc had not been able to hold back anymore. He sank his fangs into Dewey's neck once again, sucking on the boy's sweet-scented blood as he masturbated him. The Belphagorian needed more, that was not enough to satisfy his hunger. The appendages on his head seemed to become alive and two of them moved about looking for the ensign's sweet spots.

Dewey's eyes opened wide as he saw the two weird looking tentacles moving about before his eyes, both things looked like dicks, but where their urethral opening was supposed to be, the tentacle things had lips, sort of a mouth-like opening. As if reading the boy's mind, both tentacles opened their mouths showing the boy their sharp teeth right before attaching themselves to the boy's nipples. As they inserted their sharp teeth into the boy's nipples and areolas, the mouths began sucking. Evh'ouldorc moaned in ecstasy as he sucked Dewey's blood from his neck and nipples. But he still needed more. Unable to think straight, the Belphagorian's upper hands started fingering Dewey's virgin ass and a new feeding appendage moved about, this time sucking the boy's dickhead.

And that was about too much! Dewey's boystick, never touched before, started spurting its cum in Evh'ouldorc's appendage.

"Yessssssss," the Belphagorian thought as his sexual appendage kept on working Dewey's stick.

Evh'ouldorc was not going for another load, he wanted something else. As the boy's cum and blood sent the beast into ecstasy, the sexual appendage wrapped around Dewey's stick produced a sort of slimy cilia which started tickling the boy's now oversensitive glans.

It was too much! Too much for poor Dewey! As his dickie was tickled, the boy felt the unequivocal signs of that urge for peeing. He couldn't hold it! He tried hard, but he was feeling weak now. He let go of his sphincter and felt his pee start flowing.

Now Evh'ouldorc's moan was one deep grunt as the boy's salty piss started entering his Belphagorian system. The Belphagorian was going to fuck the little boy now, he had too. As he though of it, some little piece of reason came back to him. He had just screwed up, he had jeopardized his chances of having little Noah Winters. Gaining his composure back, Evh'ouldorc gassed Ensign De'lorna and disappeared.

He still had a mission to carry out and people to infect with his sexual pheromone.

The day seemed to become heavy and tiring for the Belphagorian as he moved about the Venture from quarters to quarters. He had chosen his victims very carefully to ensure that key members of the staff were infected and incapacitated. The Venture was going to have to land the ship on the third planet, a planet devoid of life, and Evh'ouldorc was planning on making the most of it. Maybe he would be able to have, not only lovely Noah Winters, but also Derrick Jones, Dewey De'lorna and whatever other youngsters he could find. He was a Belphagorian, after all, and Belphagorians could constantly intercourse for weeks at a time.

When the day was coming to its end, Evh'ouldorc had injected nine kids, twenty teens and eleven adults with his pheromone, expecting that the Venture would be incapacitated. It was now just a matter of hours before he could see his plan brought to completion.

Captain Sykes Dar called the staff for a briefing right before they proceeded with the landing. In the meeting room, all the Senior Officers sat around the big oval table as the image of the Belphagor Nebula showed through the room's windows. Ambassador Quinto was occupying a seat next to the Captain. As long as a Diplomat was on board, Starforce Protocol dictated that he take part in whatever crisis took place.

All the staff were already assembled when Ensign Dewey De'Lorna entered the meeting room. He felt horribly ashamed he was late for a meeting – that had never happened before – but he had fallen asleep in the tub and had had that strange sexual nightmare he intended to talk to Counselor Daelar about. He also made a mental note to make an appointment with Doctor Rogantis and see if everything was okay with his reproductive system. After all, even though he had been raised by his human mother, he was still half Seebi, and Dewey knew Seebi sexual growth and maturity strongly differed from that of humans.

"I'm sorry, Captain," Dewey De'lorna said as he took his seat in the meeting room, "It won't happen again."

De'lorna knew the Captain was very likely going to scold him in front of the whole crew – they all knew Captain Sykes Dar had a very fierce temper.

"We'll skip the court martial this time, ensign," Captain Dar said and chuckled.

Dewey was shocked at the Captain's attitude but said nothing. He did notice, however, how the Captain was eyeing him and felt slightly uncomfortable. One of the reasons why Dewey hated the ensign uniform was precisely because, unlike everybody else, ensigns had to wear a skintight jump suit as uniform. Unlike regular uniforms which were black with the department color on top, ensign jumpers had the strip in black on top and the rest of the jumper was the color of the department. Dewey's command burgundy jumper was quite revealing, and Dewey became aware of that fact for the first time as he felt the eyes of the whole staff – and those of Ambassador Quinto as well – on his twelve-year-old body.

"Gentlemen," Captain Dar said, "let's begin. Number One?"

"Yes, Captain," the Daenerian said, "I have finished going over Medical Protocol with Doctor Rogantis. We're good to go for a landing on the third planet."

"Doctor?" the Captain asked.

"That is correct, Sir," Rogantis said, wanting nothing but to be alone with the USS Venture's First Officer and suck him dry, "team leaders have been assigned and teams have been deployed so we can deal with any emergency at hand."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Lt. Jones has also told me subspace communications are still down, but as of now he's running a level 2 diagnostic on all communication systems."

"Thank you, number one," the captain said and turned to Chief Engineer Derek Wolfe, "how are we getting on with repairs, Commander Wolfe?"

"We're going slow but steady," Wolfe said looking at lovely Dewey De'lorna in his tight burgundy jumper, and sweating, "as soon as we … um … land, we'll be able to perform repairs at … uh … twice the rate since we'll bring the Venture into … into … um … emergency shutdown mode."

"Are you alright, Commander?" Captain Dar asked noticing how strange his Engineer's behavior was.

"I … uh … I am, Sir," Wolfe said.

But he was lying. He was having difficulty blocking his Epsiloid senses. As a man from a race of telepaths, Wolfe had the ability to tap into people's thoughts and emotions. Like all Epsiloids, Wolfe had learnt to control his ability and block people's thoughts. Today, however, Wolfe's ability to block other people's thoughts wasn't in place. As he spoke, the lascivious thoughts of the Senior staff towards Dewey De'lorna were simply overwhelming.

Inside his mind he was seeing De'lorna's memories of a nightmare he'd experienced this noon of being abused by an unknown tentacle creature and the sexual sensations the creature had awoken in the boy, because, even when confused, the twelve-year-old ensign seemed aroused by the memory of it. He was also feeling Ambassador Quinto's lust for Dewey. He saw images emanating from the Ambassador's mind, of little Dewey De'lorna naked and restrained as Ambassador Quinto performed all sorts of cock and ball torture on the boy as the young ensign pleaded for the man to stop. He saw flashes from the Captain's mind of Dewey being pounded in the ass by the man's massive chunk. He had images coming from Dyk'lan G'kharis of the reptiloid fucking Dewey De'lorna's face with his weird thick Xenu cock. He also had images of those who did not seem to pay any attention to the young Ensign. He had images coming from Lt. Jones of the man's nephew sucking his uncle as Jones came in the boy's mouth over and over. He also had images in his mind of Doctor Rogantis sucking the First Officer dry in the intimacy of his quarters.

Adding to everything he was reading, was his own lust. At the moment, he found Dewey De'lorna to be the sexiest creature he'd ever contemplated. Wolfe was gay – and that was no secret for Starforce or anyone on board the Venture – but he had never felt attracted to youngsters. He was not a pedophile and he had never felt sexual desire for a male under twenty-five since he was that age himself. At the moment, however, he felt overwhelmed by the image of lovely Dewey in his skintight burgundy jumpsuit. He could see the outline of the boy's bubble butt. He could see the sweet little nuts and the shape of a little yummy tween dick nestled between the half human/half Seebi little balls. He couldn't think at all. This was madness. And he couldn't filter any thoughts.

"Very well," Captain Dar said, "Commander G'kharis, coordinate for the Venture to land on the third planet. I'd like us to be ready for shutdown within the hour."

"Yes, Sir," the Second Officer said and nodded.

"If there's nothing else …" the Captain said and nobody replied, "Dismissed."

"Captain," Ambassador Quinto approached him, "A moment if you will. In private."

"Yes, Ambassador," Dar replied and waited for the Senior Staff to leave the meeting room.

Once they were alone, Ambassador Quinto sat down again, and Captain Dar did the same.

"I believe we have a dinner appointment, Captain," the handsome Nusan replied.

"That is so, Ambassador," Dar said.

"I was wondering if it would be okay with you if Ensign De'lorna were to join us."

"Ambassador?" Dar asked.

"I am … rather intrigued by the boy. You understand, someone so young must have a great mind and incredible abilities to be granted the rank of ensign at such a young age. I'd like to see … more of him."

As Ambassador Quinto said 'to see more of him', a hungry look appeared in his eyes for the briefest of moments. Sykes Dar caught it and grinned, guessing he and the Ambassador were on the same page regarding twelve-year-old Dewey.

"I think that can be arranged," Captain Dar said feeling his cock engorge inside his uniform, "I'm sure we will have a great time in the Ensign's company."

"I'm glad we both think so, Captain," the handsome Ambassador said, "1900 hours?"

"That is so."

"See you then, Captain."

"I'll be expecting you, Ambassador."

No sooner had the Ambassador left than Captain Sykes started squeezing his hard-throbbing cock. He recognized what he'd seen in Quinto's eyes, that darkness of someone who enjoyed subjugating youngsters. It had been a while since Dar had had sex. And it had been a while longer since he'd been able to let his dominant sexual side emerge. Not since he had had that Allyrian slave in Raisa. Sykes Dar was a man of different appetites. He was attracted to men, that was not news. He was such a respected officer Starforce had consented to not assigning females to his crew; he did not like females at all. But the one way he really enjoyed having sex was being the dominant male. The S&M scenarios provided by The Happy Bottom's Club, the most famous S&M club on planet Raisa had made his R&R the best moments in his life.

"Ensign De'lorna," Sykes Dar said as he walked onto the bridge and towards his ready room, "I'll see you in my ready room now."

The night seemed promising.

Act 4
CONTAGION

Captain's Personal log

We have landed on an island on the third planet of the first solar system within the Belphagor Nebula. Commander Wolfe has informed me the USS Venture will undergo the emergency shutdown in order to complete repairs on the warp reactor. It couldn't have been at a better time, since I'm pretty much looking forward to my dinner with Ambassador Quinto and Ensign De'Lorna. I am sure De'Lorna will be a delightful entertainment for both the Ambassador and myself.

Derian Dormak was glad the landing was over and felt relaxed as he entered the turbocap. Commander Wolfe had informed the captain emergency shutdown procedures would commence within the next half hour and Dormak knew this was his chance to clear his mind. It was becoming more and more difficult to try and hide his boner, a big thick Daenerian cock after all. What he needed to do, he told himself, was go back to his quarters and take a cold shower. When the turbocap's door started sliding close, a hand appeared on it and it re-opened. It was the CMO, Artim Rogantis.

"Afternoon, Sir," the doctor said.

"We're off duty now Artim," the First Officer said, "You might just wanna call me Derian."

"Yes, Derian," he said.

"Deck nine," Derian Dormak said and the turbocap started moving.

"Deck seven," Doctor Artim Rogantis said and then turned to the First Officer, "Derian, I … um … was wondering …"

"Yes?"

"Are you … um … doing something tonight?"

"Come again?" Derian Dormak said.

"It is a known fact, Derian, that you … um … are really good at playing Gorniak Chess. And I was wondering if …"

"Sure," Dormak said not even waiting for the invitation to come out from the doctor's lips, "1900 hours, my quarters?"

"Sounds like a plan, Sir," Artim said.

"Derian, not Sir," Derian Dormak said and smiled.

"Derian," the doctor said, "See you at 1900 hours."

The turbocap opened on deck seven and Doctor Artim Rogantis left, not without turning one last time to look at the First Officer's hard-to-hide boner and lick his lips. Derian Dormak felt slightly uncomfortable as he felt the doctor's eyes on him, but his cock obviously thought otherwise as it throbbed repeatedly as the turbocap's door slid close.

Romi Solaris, Ensign Gunner Solaris' eleven-year old brother, was in his quarters doing his homework. He was so into the activity, he did not notice when Evh'ouldorc appeared behind him. Romi was a rather yummy specimen of a human child, with dark brown hair, small dark eyes, a snub nose and a lovely pink pair of lips. He was not particularly tall and still child-shaped. In any other moment, Evh'ouldorc would've taken the boy then and there, however, this was not his mission. So, he sank his fangs into the boy's neck. Romi felt a sharp pain in his neck, but as soon as he turned, there was nobody there.

"What was …"

From the corner of the room, invisible to the boy, Evh'ouldorc sniffed the air. Yes, he had injected enough of his pheromone into Romi Solaris. If things worked out, chaos would ensue very soon. The Belphagorian left the Solaris' quarters because he still had some other people to visit on board before he could call his mission a success. Romi Solaris didn't know what had happened but told himself it had been his imagination and went back to his homework assignment. A thought though, had been placed in his mind: he needed to get his homeroom teacher to help him with his assignment.

He was still a good way away from finishing and his brother Gunner would be back for a late dinner, probably around 2100 hours. As he worked he knew he needed to check something with Mister Berlin, his homeroom teacher. He went to the pad by the wall and tapped a button.

"Computer," he said, "communication to Sven Berlin."

"Communication ready," the sexy masculine voice of the Venture's computer spoke.

"Sven Berlin here," the teacher spoke.

"Mister Berlin," Romi spoke, "I have some questions about the assignment, and I was wondering if you could help me out."

"Sure thing, Romi," kind Sven Berlin said on the other side of the comm panel, "Do you want me to come to your quarters, or do you wanna come to mine?"

"Would you mind coming to mine, Mister Berlin?"

"Not at all, Romi," Berlin said, "I'll meet you there in …is ten minutes okay?"

"It's perfect, Mister Berlin," Romi Solaris said and cut communication.

Romi Solaris went to his bathroom just to make sure he looked groomed, took his school pad and walked outside his quarters to meet Mister Berlin. He wanted to make sure he'd be presentable for his homeroom teacher. He was wearing his usual spandex jumpsuit, – so trendy these days – and as fashion trend advocated, he was not wearing anything underneath.

Sven Berlin left the turbocap on deck 3 and walked along the aisle to meet with Romi Solaris, one of his brightest students. He made a left turn and saw the boy standing outside his door wearing a light blue skintight spandex jumper. Sven Berlin felt something accelerate his pulse as he approached the boy. For a reason unknown to him, he thought Romi looked different tonight, there was something inexplicable that made the teacher feel like hugging the boy then and there. He knew how inappropriate that would be though, and just greeted him.

"Hi, Romi," he said.

"Mister Berlin," Romi Solaris said, "Thank you so much for coming. Please, come in."

The tall, blonde school teacher followed sweet Romi Solaris and, as the boy walked ahead of him, Sven couldn't help but notice the boy's gorgeous looking round bubble butt. He felt something stir in his pants and scolded himself, what the hell was he thinking?

"So," Sven Berlin said, "What is the problem?"

Romi Solaris sat before his homework assignment and pointed to the chair next to his. Sven Berlin picked up the chair and moved it in such a way that he ended up sitting even closer to the boy.

"I'm still not sure why it is relevant to calculate the rate of terraforming in this particular project," Romi Solaris said.

Every time the boy spoke, Sven Berlin felt more and more in love with the boy.

"It is very simple, Romi," Berlin said placing his hand on the boy's thigh as he spoke, "The project requires that the terraforming process is finished before the flora and fauna can be dispersed. Ergo, the terraforming rate has to be calculated."

"I see," Romi said and felt slightly awkward as his homeroom teacher caressed his thigh.

"If you read the problem carefully," Sven Berlin said now throwing his arm around the boy's shoulder as he placed his other hand on the boy's thigh to carry on touching him, "You'll see how that is relevant. Read the first segment again."

As Romi read, the man's arm around the boy's shoulder moved slightly, his hand now very close to the boy's chest. His other hand was now caressing Romi's thigh in a more open fashion, his fingers slightly grazing the boy's crotch.

"See? It's very simple," the man said as his hand now caressed the boy's chest.

Romi Solaris was well aware of the fact that this was not right anymore. Mister Berlin's touch was definitely not right. But the man did not seem to want to stop.

"Go on," the man said, "try and solve it and I'll let you know if you're doing it right."

"Okay," Romi said.

As he started working on the problem, Mister Berlin's hand moved and landed completely on the boy's private parts. Romi gasped when he felt his teacher's hand on his crotch and tried to complain, but did not know how to. Mister Berlin's other hand went inside the boy's jumper through the neck, and found Romi's right nipple which had already hardened.

"Mister Berlin?" the boy said, "I think you should …"

"Shhhh!" Mister Berlin said as he openly squeezed on Romi's boystick which was becoming stiff.

Sven Berlin was now openly fondling the eleven-year-old boy, one of his hands squeezing and pinching at Romi's hardened little knob of a nipple, the other squeezing at Romi's now fully hardened cocklet.

"Mister Be-Ber-lin," the boy gasped, "Ple-please, sto-op …"

Instead of stopping, Sven Berlin got up from his chair and pulled Romi up too. He pulled the boy against him and unzipped the jumpsuit, revealing the boy's chest and torso. Using both hands he started squeezing on both nipples as Romi struggled, trying to release himself from the man.

"Ple-ee-ease, Mis-mis …"

Sven knelt before the boy and pulled his jumpsuit down in one single motion, leaving lovely Romi Solaris completely naked before him.

"Fuck, you're so hot!" Sven said and pulled the boy towards him.

He started sucking on the boy's nipples as Romi gasped and thrashed, trying to release himself from the man's grip, but Sven was tall, an adult and muscular and the boy could do nothing to escape him. As he licked on the boy's nipples, his hands found the boy's genitals. With one hand he peeled the foreskin back, eliciting a new gasp from Romi, who had never been touched there.

"Please," he begged again.

Instead of letting go, Mister Berlin picked Romi up and sat him on the table. Once there, he knelt again and engulfed the boy's dick with his mouth. Romi felt something unlike anything he'd felt before as the warmth of his teacher's mouth surrounded his dicklet. It was so wrong! Why was Mister Berlin acting like this now? He had always been a nice and caring teacher and now he was being a jerk, touching him and doing stuff he shouldn't be doing.

"Oh, fuck!" the man said letting go of the sweet boy meatstick momentarily.

He went back to sucking the boy as he fondled the little boy marbles and sucked and sucked and sucked until he felt the boy tremble over the table. He knew the boy was very close now and wondered if he was already able to cum. He was about to find out now as the little boystick started throbbing in his mouth.

"Please!" Romi shrieked.

The boy was feeling an urge unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, he was so afraid he was going to pee in Mister Berlin's mouth as the man carried on sucking his dicklet.

"Please! Please!" he begged.

Sven Berlin knew Romi was about to orgasm. So, he started running his tongue in circles around the boy's dickhead as he applied more suction to it, knowing that would do the trick. He felt Romi thrash around complaining he was going to pee, his reluctance making the whole thing even hotter. Romi groaned and then it happened: Sven Berlin felt the sweet boy cum being spurted from the lovely stick into his mouth -the Belphagorian pheromone effectively being transferred into the thirty-five-year-old school teacher. The way Romi moaned and thrashed as his first cum ever filled Berlin's mouth, was the hottest of experiences the man had ever lived through. When the boy's orgasm finally receded, Sven Berlin stood up, his long and thin cock outside his pants.

"My turn," he said.

"No! No! Stop!"

Sven Berlin turned the boy around and kneeling again, started licking the boy's pink little asshole. Romi was shocked again and disgusted at the same time. Why would anyone want to lick someone's poop hole? It was simply disgusting! But as Mister Berlin kept on licking his poop hole, the boy noticed how his little dicklet started getting stiff again. Why? Sven Berlin licked his index finger and without much ceremony started pushing at the boy's rear entrance. Romi felt the weirdest of things as the man's finger pushed inside his poop hole. He begged for his teacher to stop once again but the man seemed possessed by an unknown force. The more Mister Berlin pushed inside his hole, the harder his dicklet became and the boy was confused in his mind.

Sven Berlin stood up and turned Romi in such a way that he was now lying on his back on the table. Sven pushed his finger inside the boy hole once again and started pressing on the boy's sweet spot, making Romi squirm both in pleasure and shock. Soon, Sven Berlin pushed a second finger and then a third. He had to make Romi's ass loose enough for the boy to take his long dick. Romi Solaris was gasping and moaning, not sure why he was feeling those wonderful sensations as his teacher touched him in a way a man shouldn't touch a boy. Once Berlin thought Romi was lose enough, he removed his fingers and placed his dickhead against the boy's pucker.

"Here it goes, baby!" he announced.

Romi opened his eyes wide as he saw what Mister Berlin was attempting to do. There was no way his homeroom teacher could push such a big dick inside his poop hole! It was just so big, he knew it was gonna hurt! He tried to ask the man to stop, but his teacher was not thinking clearly at all and just pushed until his cockhead was inside the boyhole. Romi grunted as the cockhead went in and Romi felt a sharp pain in his hole.

"Stop!" he said.

"Breathe!" Berlin ordered, "It will feel good in no time."

In order to distract Romi from the sudden pain in his ass, Sven started massaging the boy's noodle which was still hard. Romi moaned as the man touched his boystick again. Sven was having a very good time fondling Romi's stick and trying to push his throbbing cock inside the tight boyhole. When he felt the boy's sphincter relax, he pushed a bit more. Romi grunted again. He waited and then pushed a bit more. When he was all the way to the hilt, he smiled at Romi.

"We're gonna have so much fun, Romi! Mister Berlin said.

Romi could do nothing but grunt as he felt the huge thick cock inside his boyhole. His dick was still rock hard.

As soon as he was done with Romi Solaris, Evh'ouldorc moved through the Venture in search of Lt. JG Jordan Jones' quarters. The Belphagorian knew the best way to incapacitate Lt Jones was through the Lieutenant's nephew, lovely ten-year old Derrick Jones. For an unknown reason the pheromone worked better through youngsters, making adults go crazy about them, and the sexual monster was going to use any advantage he could to seize the ship and ensure his sexual intercourse with Noah Winters.

Very soon the Belphagorian found himself inside the Lieutenant's quarters where Derrick worked on a school project. Little Derrick Jones, who had been placed in the care of his uncle Jordan since his parents' passing, was the sweetest ofanother sweet boys. His skin was a light brown and he had curly black hair. He had a beautiful blunt nose, sparky eyes and thick and beautiful lips. Dancing around the room in nothing but his underwear, Derrick almost screamed when he saw the Belphagorian in its true form, but nothing came to his throat. Evh'ouldorc repeated the pheromone-injection operation he had already performed on Derian Dormak and Romi Solaris, on the sweet black boy, making sure plenty of the pheromone had been injected.

Once he'd been injected, Derrick Jones found himself sitting before his homework assignment and convincing himself he had imagined the whole thing. He had to focus on finishing his school project and so he went back to it.

Derian Dormak's eyes opened wide as Artim Rogantis entered his quarters. The Felinoid was out of uniform but looked as sexy as ever. He was wearing tight beige pants and a teal silk shirt. The shape of the long sleeve shirt, clipped on both sides of the felinoid's waist, left most of his hairy pecs uncovered. He had backcombed his hair, which accented his felinoid blue eyes drawing Derian's attention to them.

"Artim," he said, "Please, come in."

Artim Rogantis was not disappointed either. His new crush was wearing tight dark pants and a burgundy tight spandex shirt which made his muscles show perfectly in the dim light of the First Officer's quarters. The Gorniak Chess board had been elegantly arranged on the coffee table, but it was the least of the Doctor's concerns.

"Derian," the felinoid said.

"I've set up the chessboard. Is there something you'd like to drink?" Derian asked placing his hand on the doctor's shoulder.

'Your cum!' the doctor thought and felt as if he was going to melt as he felt the hand of his First Officer on his shoulder.

"You're so fucking hot!" Doctor Rogantis blurted out.

Something in the First Officer's crotch seemed to stir. Derian Dormak wanted to chastise the Chief Medical Officer for the way he'd come on to him, but he couldn't. A most pressing concern in his mind was urging him to respond to Artim's advances. Without hesitation, Derian Dormak approached the felinoid and rubbed his hard cock against the doctor's leg. Artim Rogantis sighed and Derian grinned. He walked a few steps backward and unzipped his pants, exposing his thick rod for the doctor's benefit. Artim's eyes opened in shock, he would've never guessed his First Officer had such a massive chunk.

"On your knees, Doctor," the First Officer said.

"Aye, Sir," the Doctor replied and went to his knees as Cmdr. Dormak squeezed on his own chunk, letting the doctor catch every single detail that his thick and veiny cock had to show in all its glory.

"You're huge!" Doctor Rogantis exclaimed.

"Let's see how that mouth of yours can accommodate me," Derian Dormak replied.

Nothing else had to be said. Artim Rogantis took the thick veiny cock in his right hand and bent to take the helmet-shaped big cockhead in his mouth. Something in the back of his mind felt funny; Rogantis had never before sucked a dick. Being down on his knees sucking at his First Officer seemed so wrong, and yet, the more he tasted the man's precum, the hornier he became. He had to have this man's cum! He had to make him cum and swallow his sweet nectar.

"Easy, Doctor," Derian Dormak said, "You don't want to choke on it."

But even as he said it, Derian Dormak took hold of the Bommorian by his big sexy felinoid ears, forcing more and more of his massive chunk inside the doctor, until he could see the man turning purple at his inability to breathe, saliva erupting from the sides of his mouth. For his part, Artim Rogantis did not want to stop sucking on Dormak's big cock even if that meant running out of air, he simply wanted to have the man's cum sliding down his throat to achieve full bliss.

Derian Dormak couldn't think straight anymore, the only thought occupying his mind at the moment was cumming in the doctor's mouth. And he was certainly close! He wondered if Doctor Rogantis was familiar with Daenerian's reproductive health. He certainly hoped the doctor knew once Dormak started cumming, he'd be at it for at least ten minutes. He also hoped Rogantis had a big stomach, because it was also a fact that once he started cumming he would more likely cum at least a liter of Daenerian sweet, strong-flavored tangy spunk.

Artim Rogantis couldn't get enough of Dormak's massive cock. He kept on sucking and sucking, thinking only of making the Daenerian cum, so he could drink his spunk. His prayers were answered almost instantly as, after exclaiming 'Oh, fuck!' the First Officer's legs tensed, and his cock erupted its first jet of strong Daenerian cum. Then a second spurt, a third. Each one more copious than the previous spurt. A fourth spurt. A fifth. A sixth. Artim's eyes opened wide as a seventh, eighth and ninth spurt came, as copious as the previous ones.

Derian Dormak held the doctor by his big Bommorian's ears. Rogantis was purple already, but the Daenerian had barely began cumming. He felt his thick cock spurt, and spurt, and spurt inside the doctor's warm mouth. Derian Dormak was mercilessly face-fucking the Chief Medical Officer as his cock continued to spurt inside the Bommorian.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dormak kept saying as he kept on cumming.

Artim Rogantis started feeling the obvious discomfort of his stomach starting to fill up. The sensation was not unlike that of drinking water in excess and feeling one's stomach inflate. He was choking on so much cum, but instead of fearing for his own safety, he could only think of how delicious the Daenerian cum was. At some point, he couldn't even think anymore. He wanted to cum too, but something was preventing him from doing it, something alien. Unbeknownst to him, deep within his mind a thought had been implanted by the Belphagorian, a thought that would only allow him to cum if it was with someone else: the infection had to be spread.

Act 5
CONTAGION part II

Ensign Dewey De'lorna stood outside the Captain's quarters. He sighed. Although his memory of what had happened to him in the bath had been completely wiped from his mind, his body still felt strange to him. This added to his concern that there was something seriously wrong about this invitation, he felt it in his gut, but there was no way he could've refused the Captain's invitation, especially when there was a diplomat involved, and ambassador Quinto was a very respected diplomat within the Federation. So, he sighed, composed himself and rang.

"Come," Captain Dar's voice came through the door and it slid open for the ensign.

"Captain, Ambassador," the boy said as he entered the room.

The Captain's quarters were dimly illuminated by candlelight, and the table had been set for three. There was a wide variety of food set and both the Captain and the Ambassador were sitting comfortably in the living room area. Captain Dar looked very different out of uniform. He was wearing a tight pair of black leather pants and a sleeveless linen shirt, his hairy chest showing at the top. Ambassador Quinto seemed very comfortable too, wearing a long and semi-transparent Nusan tunic, maybe a bit too transparent for Dewey's taste.

"Ensign," Captain Dar said standing from his place, "I'm very pleased you were able to join us."

"It's my pleasure, Sir," Ensign De'lorna said.

"Ambassador Quinto has been so very kind to provide some of the most palatable delicacies of Nusan cuisine."

"That is very kind of you, Sir," Ensign De'lorna said nodding and grinning to the Ambassador.

"I have also taken the liberty of replicating two desserts from your homeworld, Ensign," Ambassador Quinto said and smiled.

"I feel honored, Sir," the boy said.

"Well, enough pleasentries," the Captain said, "Let's have dinner."

Ambassador Quinto poured a glass of wine for Dewey, who tried to refuse, after all, he was only twelve. The Ambassador insisted, however, that it would be only a glass and the young ensign gave in with the captain's encouragement. As dinner carried on, the ambassador made all sorts of inquiries about De'lorna's life, the boy replied to the best of his ability but was slightly annoyed at all the attention the man paid him.

"Are your parents serving on board the Venture?" Ambassador Quinto asked.

"No, Sir," Dewey De'lorna said and cleared his throat, "My father was recently transferred to the USS Roben as Chief Engineer, right after my promotion to Ensign. Captain Dar was kind enough to write a great commendation for him."

"I see," the ambassador said with his soothing grave voice, "And your mother?"

"She passed away two years ago," Dewey said with a somber expression.

"I'm sorry to hear that," the ambassador said.

As dinner carried on, Ambassador Quinto poured him another glass of wine and Dewey De'lorna knew from the look the Captain gave him he had to accept it. Despite his age and lack of experience as a Starforce Officer, he knew well enough that one does not refuse a diplomat. By the time the Seebi dessert was being served, Dewey was feeling strange. He was feeling awfully hot and slightly restless.

"Are you okay, Ensign?" Captain Dar asked.

"I … um … I'm not sure, Sir," the boy said, "I think … uh … it's getting a little hot in here?"

"Must be the wine," Ambassador Quinto said, very well aware of the reactions the boy was experiencing.

Over the years, Ambassador Quinto had learnt so much about aphrodisiacs and their effects. As a man who travelled often, he had gotten away with taking advantage of many boys always aided by the powerful drugs he had been able to gather here and there in his treks. The aphrodisiac with which he'd spiced the Ensign's wine was a powerful one known as 'milk maker' and came from Anthara IV. It was a refined power extracted from the poison of an Antharan Vine which fed on semen. In order to ensure its sustenance, the vine would carry on injecting the poison into its prey, so it would remain in a constant orgasm, thus providing the vine's nourishment.

"Are you sure you're okay, Ensign?" Captain Dar asked.

"Yeah, I think … I … um …" Dewey De'lorna said, his mind slightly foggy.

"Maybe we should move into the living room while I adjust the environmental controls," Captain Dar said and both Ambassador Quinto and Ensign De'lorna agreed.

As soon as Dewey stood up, both the ambassador and the captain were able to assess the effectiveness of the drug they'd administered to the young boy, for his lovely boner was now clearly outlined in his burgundy jumpsuit. As soon as Dewey sat down on the love seat, both adults sat at his sides, effectively trapping him in the middle.

"Are you feeling better?" Ambassador Quinto asked gently placing his right hand on Dewey's leg.

"I … um …" Dewey uttered.

The Ambassador's hand should not be on his thigh. As he thought that, the captain's left hand landed on his other thigh. Dewey wanted to complain then and there that the situation was wrong, but he didn't want to offend his captain and the important guest.

"You just need to breathe and relax, Ensign," Ambassador Quinto said.

As if they were one single entity, both the ambassador and the captain moved their respective hand up and grabbed the boy's boner. Dewey's eyes opened wide, he may've ben drugged, but still knew no one was supposed to touch his dick without his consent.

"Sir, stop," the twelve-year-old said.

"Why?" Ambassador Quinto replied, "You are obviously aroused by our presence."

"N-no! That's … that's n-not … it …"

Instead of removing their hands from the boy, both men leaned down and each sucked at a nipple with their mouths, instantly wetting the burgundy top with their saliva. Dewey gasped as he felt the mouths of both adults as they also manipulated his dicklet.

"Captain, Sir!" he said trying to bring the man to his senses.

For a reply, Captain Dar put both his hands over the boy's crotch and ripped the jumpsuit apart. Dewey's lovely hard dick bounced, an obscene amount of precum splattering around. Ambasador Quinto chuckled at the revelation. Because of his vast sexual experiences, the man was familiar with the sexual aspects of many species. Seebi females, a medical fact, have tight and overly dry vaginas, and as an evolutionary countermeasure, males of the species tended to produce pre-seminal fluid in large quantities. It was obvious that Ensign De'lorna's inheritance from his father's side meant his reproductive system was more Seebi than Human.

"Please, Sir, stop!" Dewey said as both men took his dick in their hands.

Ambassador Quinto ripped the rest of the boy's jumpsuit leaving his chest and torso exposed and both men went back to the nipple sucking. Quinto was a man who enjoyed sexual torture in all its forms, so, as Captain Dar started polishing on Dewey's helmet shaped overly pink dickhead, the man got busy on the boy's little nuts. He first cupped them and then squeezed them and then slapped them.

"St-to-oo-op, ple-ease!" De'lorna begged.

But his Captain and Ambassador Quinto did not stop. He then started thrashing about, trying to get free from the men's grasp, but that proved a big mistake.

"I think this boy, child prodigy or not, is just a brat like any twelve-year-old," Ambassador Quinto said and stood up, "and just like any brat, he needs to be restrained and disciplined."

Dewey's eyes opened wide as he heard the ambassador's statement. He tried to complain to his commanding officer, but Captain Dar just laughed and agreed with the man. He saw his opportunity and ran to the door, but Captain Dar was quick in his reflexes and fired a phaser set for stun to the boy's back. Dewey fell unconscious on the floor of the Captain's quarters.

Noah Winters was late for his session with Counselor Ruavu Daelar, but he knew he couldn't carry on postponing it; he would have to look for Baal later on. The Blephagorian, however, was by his side in invisible mode as the sweet Inobulan boy entered the Counselor's office. Ruavu Delar felt something weird as Noah Winters entered the room, there was something different about the boy this afternoon. Daelar's nostrils filled with Noah's scent and he felt something stir in his pants as Noah said 'hi!'.

"So, how …" he cleared his throat, "how are you today, Noah?"

Noah Winters shrugged and Daelar felt his cock stir in his pants again. What was happening to him? A long time ago he had worked to bury his darkest desires deep within his psyche. Back on his homeworld, while he served time in a correctional facility, he had worked under the best Renoxamorph psychologist, the most respected professional in the field, who helped him overcome his powerful sexual desire for young boys. His desires had always remained with him, but he had learnt to suppress his wish to act upon them. Now, as little Noah Winters sat before him, he felt those walls built around his psyche starting to crumble to the ground.

"What's wrong, Noah?" Daelar asked.

"Baal is angry with me," Noah said.

"Is he, now?" the Renoxamorph asked.

Noah nodded.

"Why is Baal angry at you?"

"Because …" Noah hesitated.

"Yes?" Daelar pushed.

"Because I told him to stop touching me …"

"What do you mean by 'touching you', Noah?" Ruavu Daelar said and licked his lips, his cock getting harder by the minute, "Where did Baal touch you?"

Noah looked down, embarrassed to look the counselor in the eye, "In … in my 'privvies'"

Counselor Ruavu Daelar licked his lips once again as he looked at the lovely Inobulan boy. Noah Winters was the sweetest looking boy he'd ever seen. I.30 mt [4'3"] tall, with dirty blonde hair, big hazel eyes, a snub nose and thin pink sweet lips. In his skintight pants and shirt, Counselor Daelar could clearly see the boy's inviting sweet spots. He looked at Noah. Counselor Ruavu Daelar knew an imaginary friend could not touch someone, but this was a sweet opportunity he couldn't let go. Little did the Counselor know his psychological barriers had fallen down because of the Belphagorian pheromone.

"Show me where he touched you," he said.

Noah Winters pointed at his privates, but Counselor Daelar was not looking for such an answer.

"No," he said, "Show me. Remove your pants and show me."

Little Noah Winters felt really embarrassed, but Counselor Daelar was his daddy's friend and his therapist, and there was no reason for him not to trust him, so, he pulled his tight pants to his knees and stood facing the man.

"Come closer," Ruavu Daelar said, his cock hard as a rock.

Noah Winters approached the man and the Renoxamorph picked up the boy and sat him on his lap. He'd never seen Inobulan's genitals before and felt genuinely curious at the pubic mound with its vaginal lips, the tiny cockhead wrapped in its heavy foreskin showing at the top.

"Show me how he touched you," Counselor Daelar said, "with your hand."

Evh'ouldorc watched from a corner as the man took advantage of the Inobulan. The Belphagorian could end it any moment, but he was suddenly strangely aroused by what was going on and he chose to remain invisible and see where things went.

"Go on," Counselor Ruavu Daelar said, "show me how he touched you."

Noah Winters couldn't do what the Counselor was asking, it was just too embarrassing to try and touch himself in front of the man. Seeing the boy's reluctance, the Renoxamoprh found the perfect excuse to go ahead and molest the boy. He placed his adult hand on the boy's genitals and started rubbing ever so slightly around the little dickhead and lips.

"Did he touch you like this?" he asked.

Noah simply nodded. He could not do anything else, this was all so weird, the Counselor touching him the way Baal had. He felt how his little 'wiener' started to get stiff and he felt how his 'juju' started getting wet, pretty much the same way it had happened with his best friend. Counselor Ruavu Daelar was now openly massaging the boy's vaginal lips, feeling his fingers getting wet from the boy's juices. His adult thick renoxamorph cock throbbed incessantly inside his pants.

"Did he also do this?" he asked as he took the boy's dick and started rubbing it up and down.

Noah nodded again. Counselor Daelar used one of his hands to part the vaginal lips and the other to peel Noah's foreskin back. The boy's juices served as a lubricant as the Renoxamorph started rubbing Noah's dickhead in circles as he started carefully and softly fingering the boy's pussy. Ruavu Daelar noticed then something he was not aware he'd find. Right under Noah's dick, a little stub stood to attention … Noah had a clit! Ruavu was now polishing Noah's cockhead and stimulating the boy's clitoris as he fingered the soft wet boypussy. Noah started feeling uncomfortable as Counselor Daelar was doing exactly what his best friend Baal had done.

"Counselor Daelar," the Captain's voice said through his combadge.

"Not now, Captain," the Counselor replied ignoring the fact that it was his commanding officer calling – he would've never answered the captain in such a fashion being in his right frame of mind -, as he continued to fondle little Noah Winters, "I'm in the middle of a session."

"My apologies, Counselor," the Captain said, "I'll get back to you in the morning."

"Thank you, Captain. Daelar out."

He went back to fully concentrating on Noah's genitals. The boy was now clearly aroused by his touch and Daelar was willing to make the most of it.

"P-ple-please, sto-sto-oop," Noah Winters said, "Ple-ease …"

"Why would I stop?" Counselor Daelar said as he squeezed on Noah's sweet dickhead and rubbed on the boy's clit as he masturbated the Inobulan, "You clearly want me to touch you like this."

"No! No! You're wrong!" the boy replied as the man intensified the rubbing of his 'privvies'.

"Wrong?" Counselor Daelar asked, "What kind of a perverted boy invents the fantasy of being touched by an imaginary friend?"

"It's true, Baal touched me!" the boy said as he started breathing heavily, "He touched me the way you're touching me too!"

"No, he did not," Counselor Daelar said, "but I am going to touch you until I make you cum. I'll make you regret inventing those fantasies of being touched by a reptilian imaginary friend who exists only in your mind."

"You're wrong, you're wrong!" Noah said as he tried to release himself from the man's clutches, "He's real! Baal's real! He's my friend!"

"Lying pervert!" Ruavu Daelar said.

As he said so he intensified the dickhead polishing, the clit rubbing and the fingerfucking and felt Noah wriggle in his lap, also rubbing the Renoxamorph's huge cock involuntarily. Noah was breathing heavily. Why was Counselor Daelar being so mean to him? He had just proved he was like the other adults who did not truly believe in Baal.

The ship's counselor knew the Inobulan boy was getting very close to orgasm. Should he let him cum? Yeah, he had never seen an Inobulan cum and now was his chance.

"Stop, stop!" Noah said feeling desperate, he suddenly wanted to pee, he desperately wanted to pee, "Stop, stop! Baal did touch me! I'm gonna pee, stop!"

Counselor Ruavu Daelar knew Noah Winters was not going to pee, but to cum. He rubbed and rubbed and rubbed at the boy's sweet dickhead and clit as he alternately fingered the boypussy now more savagely as the boy struggled in his lap against his adult arms.

"Sto-oo-oooooooooooop!!!!!" Noah said as his orgasm hit.

Counselor Daelar felt delighted as the boydick spurted the first jet of its sweet immature cum wetting the man's right hand as the boy pussy started releasing a good amount of vaginal juice. He had to have it! In a quick motion, he removed Noah from his lap and knelt before the boy to catch as much as he could, engulfing the sweet dickhead and sucking on as many spurts as he managed. It was just too much! Counselor Daelar started cumming in his uniform, his thick Renoxamorph veiny cock releasing all his spunk.

Bliss! There was no other word for it! What the Renoxamorph was experiencing as he lapped the remnants of the boy's cum and his vaginal juices. The Belphagorian pheromone had now been effectively transferred to the Counselor's system. As he reveled in the boy's juices and his own orgasm subsided, Daelar felt a sudden tap on his shoulder and turned around to see who dared interrupt him.

"I did touch him," Evh'ouldorc said materializing before the Counselor's eyes.

"Who … who the hell are you?" Counselor Ruavu Daelar asked in shock as he looked at the Belphagorian in its Baal form.

"I'm Baal," the creature said.

"Noah's …"

"… Imaginary friend," Baal said.

"You … you're … you can't be …" Daelar stuttered.

"Real?" Evh'ouldorc asked.

Counselor Ruavu Daelar was still astonished, but not enough to call for help. He was about to tap his combadge to alert the crew to the intruder, but the creature exhaled some sort of gas and the whole world went black before his eyes.

"Baal!" Noah said, "You're back!"

"I am," Baal said hugging Noah and kissing him on the lips, "now let's go."

"Where?" Noah asked.

"To my home. It's time you and I became really acquainted."

Noah looked at his friend not really understanding that the Belphagorian had chosen him to have sex with. Noah was going to see a side of Baal he did not know. Noah was going to see who Baal truly was and what he wanted from him.

To Be Concluded

Episode Two

Act 1
An EPSILOID's Curse

It was 1800 hours when Lt. Cmdr. Derek Wolfe leaned on his console unable to stand it anymore, trying to hide the fact he was very close to cumming in his uniform for the third time in the last hour. Lt. Alfred Torres, Assistant Chief Engineer, looked at his superior with concerned eyes. Derek Wolfe was an Epsiloid. And Epsiloids never got sick. And Alfred Torres knew that and then immediately knew something was seriously wrong. Torres was shocked the man was still able to stand. Engineering had not yet been touched by the pheromone, probably because every single member of the Engineering staff had been working on repairs from square one, and Torres was unaware of whatever had plagued the Venture.

"Commander," he said, "Are you alright?"

"I … I ca-can't …" Wolfe said.

"Maybe you should go to sickbay, Commander," Torres suggested.

"No … I'm … tired, that's … all," the Chief Engineer lied, "I … I'll just go to my quarters … please, see that re-repairs …"

"I'll take care of it, Commander," Torres said, "Don't worry, we'll get the job done."

Derek Wolfe walked out of Engineering towards the turbocap. He was overwhelmed by whatever thing had seized control of the Venture. Lust! Everything in his mind was lust! He couldn't filter anything out and he thought he was going to lose his mind. As soon as he was in his quarters, he simply let himself fall on the bed as he held his head.

"Stop! Please, make it stop!" he begged to no one in particular.

By now, his cock had been rock-hard for hours on end. He had cum in his uniform four times already and it was not even the end of the day. The images of the sexual chaos happening around him was simply too much for the Epsiloid to filter out. He ripped his pants and underwear apart not comfortable with his wet and hard cock being trapped. As he tried hard to filter things out, his body began convulsing in the spasms of a new orgasm, his Epsiloid thick spunk splattering all over his chest and torso.

It was as his orgasm subsided, that he remembered one of his teachings from his early age. In his mind's eye, he saw his first instructor teaching him how to filter things out. 'Focus on one,' the voice of his teacher said in his mind's eye, 'Focus on one and filter everything else out.' He tried hard, finding Ambassador Quinto's and Captain Dar's lust for young Ensign Dewey De'lorna.

Dewey De'lorna was on Captain Dar's living room. His hands had been restrained behind his back and he had been gagged, so no matter how much he complained, he couldn't do anything to escape his predicament. Captain Dar and Ambassador Quinto were now on their knees edging poor twelve-year-old Dewey. For the past hour or so, they had brought the before-tonight-virgin boy close to orgasm several times only to stop before he reached orgasm.

Dewey was now moaning against the gag as an animal in heat, the strong aphrodisiac fed to him via two glasses of wine now seriously screwing with his reproductive system.

"I think this boy hasn't been punished enough," Ambassador Quinto said, "Wouldn't you agree, Captain?"

Captain Dar grinned evilly and grabbed Dewey's tender balls, shutting his fist tight.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!" Dewey screamed against the gag.

"I think that's appropriate. I will, for the time being, punish his meatstick some more. This time, however, I think we might need something stronger than simple polishing. I think, however, you might need an edge if you are to feed us your Seebi milk before bed time is called."

Ambassador Quinto left the living room area into Captain Dar's sleeping zone where he had left his 'first aid kit'. He picked it up and came back to see Captain Dar sucking on the lovely 11 cm [4.3"] stick. He opened his first aid kit and extracted a syringe which had been filled with a fluorescent green substance.

"Look at how wet you are, Dewey!" Ambassador Quinto said, "you are definitely one naughty little boy!"

"Nnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggghhh!" Dewey complained shaking his head.

"Oh, yes you are!" he stood before Dewey making sure the boy saw the syringe and spoke, "Behold. A marvel of technology: the nanoreplicators," he said, "You might be wondering what these are. Well, as it turns out, the nanoreplicators were created to assist in reproductive health. As they enter your system, the replicators will follow their programming."

"Nnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggghhh!" Dewey complained again.

"You might be wondering what their programming is," he said, "You see, the purpose of the nanoreplicators is fairly simply: to triple the rate of sperm and seminal fluid production. Once they're in your system, my dear, we will be feasting upon large quantities of your half-breed boyjuice."

"Nnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggghhh!"

Ambassador Quinto then knelt next to the Captain and took one of Dewey's testicles in his hand. With no mercy of any kind, he inserted the needle halfway through and then emptied half the contents into the boy's tender testicle.

"Nnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggghhh!"

Once done, he repeated the operation on the boy's right testicle. Dewey thrashed as the nanites entered his balls and, unable to hold, started cumming in Captain Dar's mouth. Sykes Dar sucked like a hungry animal at the boy's hard-throbbing dick, effectively swallowing everything the little boy had to offer. Dewey convulsed in a sensation never before experienced: he had reached his first orgasm ever. And as young Dewey De'lorna's boystick spurted in Captain Dar's mouth, Engineer Derek Wolfe – in his quarters – convulsed in orgasm once again, his Epsiloid cock splattering cum all over his chest again. His Epsiloid cock was turning swollen and purple, as if it had been abused over and over.

'Focus on one,' his teacher's voice resounded in his head.

Quickly, his wandering mind found that of Professor Sven Berlin and his lust for Romi Solaris.

The Epsiloid gasped and inhaled deeply as he felt Sven Berlin's mind becoming one with his own. Sven Berlin was in heaven fucking lovely Romi Solaris. The boy was not struggling that much anymore, and his lovely 11 cm [4.3"] hard dick suggested he was enjoying the fuck as much as Berlin himself. Well, maybe not as much, after all he had a long thick cock plowing him. The time had come to switch positions though, so Sven Berlin removed his cock from the boy and carried him into the living room. He placed the boy face down on the loveseat's thick arm and pushed his cock inside the little boyhole once again, this time in one single shove.

"Oh, gawd!" Romi said as the thick manstick pierced him all the way through.

"Hang in there, boy," Sven Berlin said, "You're doing fucking great!"

Romi didn't feel like complaining anymore. Even when it was very wrong, he had to recognize his dicklet was feeling great. Why did it feel so good if he felt so bad about the whole thing? He was so confused and so angry at Mister Berlin for what he was doing to him, and at the same time he did want to experience that explosion in his crotch again -Romi Solaris did not know what an orgasm was.

The door to the Solaris' quarters slid open and Ensign Gunner Solaris, the nineteen-year-old Chief Science Officer of the USS Venture, stopped in his tracks at what he saw. On his living room with no modesty of any kind, was Mister Sven Berlin, his little brother's homeroom teacher, naked from the waist down, clearly fucking little Romi. Romi, on his part, was fully naked and bent down, moaning and gasping as he was fucked in the ass. Gunner felt the outrage of what was being done to his brother. For a Muloran, there wasn't a more horrible fate than to be stripped of your manhood by being turned into someone's bitch. And Romi had been turned into Mister Berlin's bitch.

Sven Berlin looked up at Gunner and smiled the smile of a pervert enjoying a boy's ass. As he walked toward the pair with the sole intention of stopping the aberration he was witnessing, something seemed to change inside him. The closer he got, the more he thought his brother looked like the sexiest creature in the Universe. The blush in Romi's cheeks as he was fucked by what seemed to be a gigantic cock was such a sweet addition to the image, he couldn't help but feel his Muloran dick started inflating in arousement.

'It's wrong to be aroused,' he thought, 'a Muloran does not lie with men … it's an abomination … a Muloran … a Muloran …'

And that was the end of it. By the time he reached the spot where Berlin was fucking his little brother like an animal in heat, he was already squeezing his cock indiscreetly. Sven Berlin turned to look at Gunner in the eye and nodded. The Chief Science Officer of the Venture unzipped his jumper all the way down and, without even asking, approached Romi and started rubbing his cock on the boy's cheeks, lips and forehead.

"Gunner?" Romi asked, flushed and confused.

"Sorry, Romi," he said, "you're just so fucking sexy!"

"Gunner!" he said with pleading eyes, "help me! It hurts!"

"Shut up and suck!" Gunner commanded as he pushed his cock inside his little brother's mouth.

Pretty soon Gunner wasn't even letting his brother suck him, he was face-fucking the boy. Him and Berlin seemed to have developed a pace and both cocks would go inside the boy at the same time. Sven Berlin was in paradise as he fucked the tight boyhole while Romi's brother face-fucked the boy simultaneously. It was such a fucking sight he couldn't get enough of it. Possessed by nothing but the need to fuck and enjoy, the man leaned towards Gunner and started French-kissing him. Gunner's first reaction was to move away from the man, but soon he noticed he felt as glued to the man as to his brother's newborn cock-sucking abilities.

"Suck him!" Berlin commanded, "Suck him hard! Feel these two mansticks owning you!"

Romi couldn't think anymore. He was crying at the abuse. He was crying at the fact that his brother had joined his teacher in raping him. And his dicklet kept bouncing and throbbing and his much-wanted groin explosion did not want to come.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Gunner Solaris announced.

"I'm gonna cum too!" Berlin replied, "let's fill this boywhore with our manmilk!"

"Yes!" Gunner said, "Yes, let's fill him!"

As his cum started spurting in his little brother's mouth, Berlin's cock erupted in the boy's ass. And as both holes were filled with human and Muloran cum, Engineer Derek Wolfe convulsed in orgasm once again alone in his bed. By now, his chest and torso were a wet mess of colloidal Epsiloid cum. The Engineer was not sure he was going to be able to stand this anymore. All he wanted was for this nightmare to stop.

'Focus on one, Derek,' the voice said in his head, 'filter everything else out.'

Tears running down from his eyes, the Epsiloid Chief Engineer started trying to focus on someone else's thoughts. He hadn't noticed though, he was not choosing whom to focus on, things where just coming to his mind seemingly in order of lasciviousness.

And through the chaos, he found Lt. Jones. Jones' lust for his nephew was even larger than the man's long and thick black cock. Sweet black sexy ten-year-old Derrick Jones was bouncing up and down on his uncle's hard 28 cm [11"] thick veiny black cock as the man had his hands under the boy's armpits using them to move the boy up and down. Jones had been inside many cunts and assholes, not having a preference between men or women when it came to sexual matters. But being inside little Derrick who was not only the sexiest boy in the universe, but his beloved nephew as well, made the whole situation even hotter. The way the boy's tight little pucker squeezed on his thick cock couldn't compare to even the best holes he had ever fucked.

"Please, uncle, please!" little Derrick said in his sweet voice, "It hurts, it hurts!

Jordan Jones ignored his nephew's complaints, all there was in his mind was the need to unload his cock inside Derrick. Previously that afternoon the man had been to sickbay for Doctor Rogantis to check on his headache which had been preventing him from achieving his work successfully. Before he could think about what he was doing, he'd found himself sucking on the good doctor's Bommorian cock and swallowing the felinoid's cum. Ever since his visit to sickbay, the need to fuck a hole had become almost unbearable and arriving at his quarters he had found Derrick completely irresistible. It didn't matter the boy was his nephew, and that he had been placed in his care, and it didn't matter either he had never felt attracted to the boy before, he only knew he had to fuck him then and there.

Derrick's ravaged hole was still squeezing tight on his uncle's thick rod. Jordan Jones was now manipulating the boy's dick as he fucked him. Derrick's noodle was now hard and the boy started feeling funny stuff in it, like a weird but not bad sensation. His uncle had said it hurt but it would feel good in no time and it was true, the boy suddenly felt something unlike anything he'd experienced before as his uncle rubbed his now completely hard 8 cm [3"] thin black dicklet.

"I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna pee!" the boy said desperately.

"You're gonna cum with me, Derrick!" the man said.

As Jordan felt the first contraction of his adult orgasm and his cock started spurting his spunk in his nephew's ass, he felt Derrick's boystick begin throbbing too.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jordan Jones went non-stop.

Derrick felt the weirdest of sensations in his dick, a sort of heat and explosion as his uncle manipulated his dicklet.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" the boy uttered as he orgasmed for the first time ever.

He started moaning non-stop as his uncle's cum overflowed in his before-today virgin boyhole. The man noticed Derrick could still not ejaculate, but a dry cum was as good as any cum. And feeling the boy's little dick throb in his hand made the man's cock spurt even more. Commander Derek Wolfe convulsed in orgasm once again. His chest and torso were so cum-splattered at so many orgasms, one after the other, not giving his previous cum the chance to even dry on himself.

The Epsiloid was far gone. Hours had passed, he didn't know how many. And the sexual heat which had taken over almost everyone on board carried on growing exponentially. He had stopped fighting it and had given in to the torture of an unwanted pleasure. His mind had melted, and he couldn't even think anymore, all he could do was submit to his never-ending torture. He couldn't even think of getting help anymore, everything there was in his mind was pleasure now, orgasms, lust, cumming.

As his cock continued to erupt his Epsiloid cum -turning his cock into a cum-fountain Ambassador Quinto's dark perverted thoughts reached him again. Inside the ambassador's quarters – dimly lit by only candles – Ensign Dewey De'lorna endured all sorts of sexual tortures the man had bestowed upon him. He had been placed on a sort of contraption that kept his arms secured behind him and his legs open and bound to the back as well. Dewey had been gagged. Weird crystal contraptions had been applied to the boy's nipples and the pink sweet knobs were being sucked, swollen beyond reality. His little balls had been attached to electrodes and were being shocked at regular intervals. Another weird contraption, a plastic vacuum container of sorts was pumping up and down on the boy's dick which was now purple and swollen.

"Come on, Dewey," Ambassador Quinto said, "Don't tell me you're tired. You've barely cum five times and I know that Seebi dick of yours can do better than that."

"Nnnnnnggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!" the boy complained through the gag.

Twelve-year-old Dewey De'lorna thrashed about as much as his restraints would allow, complaining and screaming against the gag. His dick hurt beyond madness as he was milked for the umpteenth time. He couldn't take this anymore. This man was mad. And Dewey, whose private parts had never known pleasure before, let alone sexual torture, was about to lose his mind if he was forced to cum one more time.

"Well, Captain," Quinto said, "I think it's time for your gifted ensign to try the pleasure of a cock."

"Two cocks, you mean, ambassador," Captain Dar added and chuckled.

Ambassador Quinto finally removed his transparent tunic. The man had a gorgeous body even if he was in what was considered the standard middle age for Nusans. Captain Dar removed his tight pants showing his muscled legs for the boy's benefit. Dewey looked upon the men's cocks for the first time in the night. Ambassador Quinto sported a thick oblong cock crowned by a big red helmet-shaped head. Captain Dar's was a tapered 26 cm [10"] thick cock, with a regular-sized helmet cockhead. Both men's cocks were wet with precum, a constant transparent thread running down their poles. Both Ambassador Quinto and Captain Dar grinned as they noticed the look of horror in the young Ensign's eyes. Yes, the time had come for the boy to become acquainted with their chunks.

The good-looking Nusan tapped a couple of buttons in the contraption which held De'lorna restrained, and the structure started moving down, bringing Dewey De'lorna's face level with the ambassador's and Captain's crotches. Ambassador Quinto approached the boy and removed the gag from the twelve-year-old's mouth.

Dewey coughed. Even when exhausted from all the things he'd had to endure at the hands of his perverted tormentors, his body seemed to still react to the ambassador's and captain's sexual manipulations. His Seebi dicklet, for starters, had provided as much of his Seebi spunk as had been demanded of it. Sexuality for the Seebi, it seemed, was pretty different from that of humans. Dewey was going insane with pain and pleasure and had lost all track of time in the men's clutches.

"Please, Sir," he told his Captain gasping and moaning, "Please stop this madness at once!"

"What madness? Your Seebi dick is still rock-hard! We can't stop if you're still hard … that would be a serious breach in protocol!" the Captain said and chuckled.

"I couldn't possibly agree more!" Ambassador Quinto said.

Both Captain Dar and Ambassador Quinto brought their cocks towards Dewey's face and started rubbing the wet cockheads around the boy's cheeks and lips. Dewey tightened his lips, there was no way he was going to let these men do the last of the degrading things he had been forced to endure. But Ambassador Quinto was experienced and knowing what to expect he pinched Dewey's nose and didn't let go. If the boy wanted to breathe, he would have to open his mouth eventually.

And when he did, Ambassador Shane Quinto pushed his pulsating cockhead inside the boy's warm mouth, giving Dewey his first taste of manmeat ever. Captain Dar carried on rubbing his rod on the boy's cheek and forehead. Dewey was about to experience a new kind of hell.

Derek Wolfe, tears in his eyes, moved sideways, trying to end the torment. His torso was completely covered in his Epsiloid spunk, but his cock was still hard as a rock. It hurt, and so did his balls. He never thought he'd be capable of one orgasm after the other, but the darkest perverted actions taking place on board the Venture had taken over.

Everyone on board the Venture had apparently fallen prey to the monster's trap, but none of them seemed to realize they were not acting of their own accord. As all Romi, Gunner and Sven came, so did Commander Wolfe, his cock spurting three loads of spunk. He was now far gone, his eyes had gone to the back and his mouth was open, saliva drooling all over his pillow.

Derek Wolfe had one disturbing thought: he was not going to survive this madness.

Act 2
DARKEST PERVERSIONS

Gunner Solaris was sitting naked in his living room. His brother was face down, his lovely bubble butt completely covered in cum, both his and Mister Berlin's. The boy was now asleep, but Gunner kept on looking at the boy. Sven Berlin sitting next to Gunner, threw his arm over the ensign's shoulder.

"Your little brother is quite a fuck," he said, "he's got one tasty ass."

"He sure does," Gunner said.

Sven Berlin stood and knelt next to lovely asleep Romi Solaris.

"Look at it," he said parting the boy's asscheeks to show Gunner the boy's swollen ravaged boyhole, "It's such a tasty hungry hole."

Gunner licked his lips as his brother's homeroom teacher and abuser spoke.

The man licked his own middle finger and started running it in circles on the boy's pink rosebud.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck this sweet pucker?" Sven Berlin asked looking at Gunner in the eye and licking his own lips.

Gunner felt his cock come to life again as the man rubbed Romi's hole. His little brother was still asleep, but that didn't prevent Gunner from getting hard once again as the man toyed with the boyhole.

"Mister Berlin …" Gunner said.

"Just look at it," the man said, "look at the sweet pink color …it's so tight in there, you have no idea what it feels like to have those warm and tight walls wrapped around your dick."

"Mister Berlin …"

"Come close," the man said, "just feel it … come …"

Gunner Solaris moved closer to the man and his brother and took the invitation, licking his own finger and rubbing his little brother's pucker. It did feel soft and it did feel inviting. So inviting he kept on licking his lips as he ran his finger around his brother's boyhole. Gunner was so into it he did not even react when Sven Berlin's hand landed on his nineteen-year-old hard cock.

"Fuck, you're hard!" Berlin said rubbing on the Muloran's teen rod, "You do want your brother's hole!"

Gunner didn't even reply, he kept rubbing his brother's ass, licking his lips and feeling a warmth in his cock as Berlin manipulated it.

"Go on, lick him," Berlin said, "I promise you're gonna like it …"

Gunner was not sure he wanted to try, but the pink button looked so inviting, he leaned forward. He tentatively licked at Romi's hole and felt instantly intoxicated by the scent of Mister Berlin's cum still oozing from Romi's canal. He licked once again and once more. And before he knew it, he was voraciously eating his brother's ass.

Little Romi Solaris woke up with the warm feeling of his brother's tongue in his ass, and realized his torment was about to begin once more.

"Gunner?" he said, "Gunner, wha-what … are y-y-ou …"

"Your big bro is eating your ass," Sven Berlin said, "Doesn't it feel good?"

"N-n-no! Ple-please …"

Gunner Solaris wasn't even paying attention to his brother, entranced as he was eating the lovely pink rosebud. Berlin was now busy stimulating Gunner's cock as the nineteen-year-old licked Romi's boyhole. Berlin thought Gunner's rod was small, and that made him even more attractive to Mister Berlin. True, Gunner was not a child, but his being so slim plus having a rather small cock, made Berlin dismiss the fact that the Ensign was beyond his usual age of attraction, which was actually closer to Romi's.

"You should try and fuck him," Berlin said.

"No!" Romi protested, but was ignored by both his homeroom teacher and brother.

"I … uh … I … wouldn't know how to …"

"You're a virgin, Gunner?" Berlin asked with a serious frown.

The Muloran ensign nodded, his face turning red at admitting his embarrassment. Sven Berlin chuckled and squeezed on Gunner's cock.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," he said, "I'll help you do it. Come, kneel behind your little bro."

"No!" Romi protested again and was once again ignored.

Gunner did as commanded and knelt by his brother's ass. Berlin rubbed Gunner's abundant precum all over the Chief Science Officer's cockhead, getting it ready for Romi's ass. Once done, he pulled Gunner's cock and pressed the head against Romi's hole.

"Please!" Romi complained again, and was ignored yet again.

Berlin pushed Gunner's cockhead against the recently violated little hole and instructed the boy to push a bit. With a popping sound, the cockhead went in and Gunner moaned.

"Awesome, isn't it?" Berlin asked.

"Please, Gunner, Please! It hurts!" Romi said.

Gunner was in such a place he didn't even hear Romi.

"Push a bit more," Berlin said, helping the boy by pushing his lovely butt cheeks.

Gunner pushed until his complete rod went inside his little brother. Berlin told him to take it almost all out and push back in. As Gunner obeyed, the man started playing with the ensign's balls, giving Gunner an extra feeling of pleasure.

"Let's not forget about you, buddy," Berlin said and took Romi's little stick and started massaging him into an erection. Romi's body responded almost instantly to the touch and, as Gunner pounded his little brother, the man played with Romi's stick and Gunner's nuts.

"Lovely ass, right?" Berlin asked Gunner.

"Ye-ye-yesss, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Gunner said.

"I wonder if it runs in the family," the blonde teacher said.

"I … uh … I wouldn't know," Gunner replied, not sure what the man was getting at.

"I guess we can try and prove my theory," the man said and started massaging Gunner's hole.

Gunner Solaris was so into fucking his brother and the pleasure he felt, he really didn't notice when Berlin rubbed lube all over his hole and started fingering him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" was all Gunner could say as he fucked Romi's tight ass.

Gunner realized what was about to happen as Mister Berlin's cockhead was pushed against his asshole, which had been sufficiently loosened up by the man's fingers.

"St … stop!" Gunner said.

Instead of stopping, Berlin pushed a bit more and his thick cockhead went inside the ensign's previously virgin ass.

"Wha-what?" Gunner stuttered, "Stop at once!"

"Oh, no, I won't!" Sven Berlin said and laughed, he tightened his arms around the slim ensign's torso and pushed his cock inside Gunner's ass all the way to the hilt.

"Arrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhh!" Gunner complained, pushing himself deeper into Romi's ass.

"Yes!" Berlin said, "As tight as your little brother!"

"Please!" Gunner said.

"A family of boy-sluts for my fun!"

"Please!" Gunner said again.

"Shut up!" Berlin commanded, "Keep fucking your little brother while I fuck you!"

"Stop, stop!" Gunner said in a commanding tone.

"I said shut up!" Berlin shouted, squeezing on Gunner's nipples and pounding the boy's ass harder.

As Mister Berlin fucked him, Gunner found himself fucking his little brother hard in an attempt to release himself from the man's huge and thick cock. Soon the pain in his ass started subsiding as he concentrated on the sensations given to his cock by his little brother's warm ass.

"Yes!" Berlin said, "Like that! Keep fucking him! Harder! Harder!"

Gunner had lost all sense of morality as he fucked and was fucked. His balls were now on fire and, as he fucked Romi and was fucked by Mister Berlin, his hand found Romi's little boystick which was still hard. He started rubbing Romi's dicklet and felt the boy squirm and moan as his muloran pre-teen rod was given attention.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Berlin kept saying as he fucked Gunner.

The scene before his eyes was better than any fantasy he'd ever had. For the first time in his life, Sven Berlin had two young boys to have his way with. Gunner was now in ecstasy, somehow, the adult cock in his ass was rubbing inside him in such a way it made him hornier. Fucking and being fucked at the same time was definitely not the way he had pictured losing his virginity. He didn't care, his balls were on fire. His brother'shomeroom teacher did know how to please him, because he felt hotter and hotter with the man's cock up his ass and his nipples swollen at so much abuse.

"Fuck!" Berlin said as he fucked Gunner in a more savage fashion, "Your ass is even better than your brother's!"

"Ohgods ohgods ohgods ohgods ohgods ohgods!" was all Gunner could say as he felt his orgasm approached, enveloped in his brother's tight ass.

"Yeah!" Berlin said, "You're close, huh? You're close? You're close, Gunner?"

"Ohgods yes ohgods yes i'm close i'm close ohgods ohgods yes i'm close i'm close!"

Berlin felt the ensign's sphincter clench non-stop at his gigantic cock, giving him even more pleasure than little Romi had and bringing him close to orgasm as well.

"I'm gonna breed you, boy!" Berlin shouted.

As he started cumming inside Gunner Solaris, the young ensign felt his own cock spurt inside his little brother's ass. Romi started cumming at the same time, his ass squeezing harder on his brother's virgin cock.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" Berlin went non-stop as he came.

"Ohgods ohgods ohgods ohgods!" Gunner went non-stop as he came.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Romi went as he came.

All three of them stayed in ecstasy cumming as one single entity. The Belphagorian pheromone playing tricks on all three of them. Romi, still unable to completely understand what was going on as he was sexually assaulted, could only think of the bliss of the explosion of his groin.

Gunner had completely lost his sanity, not even completely aware of the fact that he'd lost his ass to his brother's homeroom teacher, Sven Berlin. Under normal circumstances, Gunner would have felt the deepest sorrow for the loss of his masculinity, the greatest offense a Muloran could live through. These, however, were not normal circumstances and he'd lost his good judgment as had everyone else who had been touched by the Belphagorian pheromone.

Sven Berlin was in heaven for the first time in his life. A long time boy lover – the reason why he'd become a school teacher in the first place – he just kept thinking how lucky he'd been to run into the Solaris brothers, not even aware of the fact he'd lost his good judgment and acted on pure animal instinct triggered by the Belphagorian chemical affectation to his brain.

Dewey De'Lorna had his mouth stuffed with the Ambassador's cock and was unable to do anything, tied as he was. Ambassador Quinto was having the time of his life as he forced his gorgeous cock inside Ensign De'Lorna's lovely twelve-year-old mouth. Captain Dar was now tonguing the boy's hole, preparing it for his long thick cock. When he felt the boy had been sufficiently prepared, he stood and pushed his cockhead against De'Lorna's ass. The boy grunted as the man's cockhead popped inside his boyhole but could not complain as he had the ambassador's rod up to the hilt.

Ambassador Quinto chuckled as De'Lorna's body tensed up as Captain Dar's cock started piercing his virgin ass. The boy's lovely dicklet was hard and wet and the ambassador recognized the boy had most definitely exceeded his expectations … and he was quite demanding as a dom. It seemed Dewey had stopped struggling and was now sucking at Quinto's cock with a bit more enthusiasm as Captain Dar pushed the last of his dick inside the boy's ass.

"There we are!" Captain Dar said and laughed.

"How about some pace for our young apprentice?" Ambassador Quinto asked grinning at the captain.

As Dar nodded, both of them pulled their dicks out of the boy's holes and pushed back again. Dewey grunted. Before tonight, the twelve-year-old human/Seebi would have never thought he'd be restrained and fucked by two adult dicks. Now, there were tons of questions in his mind as his body was used by his commanding officer and the diplomat. Why was this happening to him? Even when in pain, he'd been forced to experience sexual pleasure once and again and again, and he didn't feel like fighting it anymore. His little cocklet was still hard and oozing even when his ass was in pain.

Both Quinto and Dar were now fucking the boy's holes with the same pace, effectively spit-roasting Dewey. De'Lorna's ass and mouth were now a mess of adult precum. Quinto had now managed to force his dick all the way to the hilt, and Dewey seemed to have lost his gag reflex at the constant motion of the man's weird-looking Nusan rod. He was now accustomed to the man's flavor and the continuous flow of Nusan strong-flavored pre-seminal fluid. Ambassador Quinto started pinching the boy's nipples as he facefucked the boy, and Dewey wriggled against his bindings. As if telepathically melted with the Ambassador, Sykes Dar started playing with Dewey's cockhead, polishing, squeezing, polishing, squeezing.

Dewey De'Lorna was feeling the desperation of an imminent orgasm as he was fucked in both his holes as the men played with his nipples and cockhead. Ambassador Quinto noticed the boy was getting close to orgasm and removed his cock from the boy's mouth. Dewey was terrified as he saw the man walk towards his first aid kit, knowing the ambassador was probably planning on a new way to torture him into orgasm.

"Ple-ple-ease …" he managed to say in a quiet voice.

Ambassador Quinto chuckled, delighted that the young Ensign was now learning to fear his 'First-aid kit'. He took a small syringe with a red-looking substance and walked back to the boy. The look in De'Lorna's face was one of terror as the man approached him, syringe in hand.

"Please …" he said again.

"Oh, my little boy," the man said, "Don't fear my serums, this is just to prevent you from cumming … you see, the Captain and I still can go for some time, and it wouldn't be fair if you came before us. I'm just giving you an edge."

Having said so, Ambassador Quinto took the boy's dicklet and inserted the needle to the shaft. Once there, he pushed and the contents were injected into the boy's dick, with a harsh burning sensation.

"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrggggggghhhhhhhhh!"

The boy's cockhead throbbed incessantly, the liquid traveling inside his genitals burning from the inside of his shaft and all the way to his lovely boy nuts, spoiling his orgasm and numbing his entire reproductive system.

Quinto chuckled and turned to the Captain, "Captain Dar, I believe it's time I used that lovely boyhole."

"By all means, ambassador," the Captain replied and pulled his cock out of the tight asshole.

Dewey sighed as the thick rod left, but he didn't have any time to recuperate as the ambassador pushed his hard sand-paper-textured nusan cockhead. The boy grunted at the difference from one cock to another but did not complain.

The ambassador pushed his full cock in one thrust and the boy screamed. Captain Dar moved to the other end and slapped his cock against the boy's face.

"Come, come," he said, "it's time to make your captain proud!"

Dewey sobbed but opened his mouth wide for his commanding officer's cock. The Captain's cockhead, unlike that of the ambassador, was soft, and the boy welcomed the change. He took the whole cockhead in his mouth and started sucking with all the suction he was capable of applying, in the hopes of making the man cum and end his own torment. Captain Dar's rod also oozed precum constantly, but Dewey was now getting used to both the flavor and consistency.

"Fuck, this is one tight boycunt!" Ambassador Quinto said as he fucked Dewey.

"I couldn't possibly agree more, Ambassador!" Captain Dar said.

Ambassador Quinto started pounding De'Lorna's ass at a faster pace. Following the man's lead, Captain Dar started facefucking Dewey at the same pace. The young ensign didn't fight them anymore, he tried to relax his ass and mouth in the hopes that the men would finish soon and his torment would come to an end, but both the ambassador and his captain seemed to have a preternatural endurance.

"Oh, fuck!" Captain Dar said, "I'm gonna cum!"

"I'm gonna cum too!" Ambassador Quinto replied.

As they announced it, Ambassador Shane Quinto's Nusan cock started erupting his alien cum in Ensign De'Lorna's ass. At the same time, Dewey felt the captain's cock throb repeatedly in his mouth. Captain Dar removed his cock almost completely from the boy's mouth, leaving only the cockhead inside right before his cock spurted his first jet of spunk catching Dewey unawares. Dewey felt the man's cum land inside his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, and as soon as it became too much, he had no choice but to swallow. Both Dewey's holes were squirted with manjizz and both Quinto and Dar seemed to be cumming inside him forever. The Captain's cum was strong and Dewey felt a bit disgusted by both the flavor and the consistency.

Captain Dar's orgasm soon started receding, but Ambassador Quinto's did not. The man kept cumming inside the boy's ass. Shane Quinto removed his still ejaculating cock from the boy and moved towards the boy's mouth, squirting all over the ensign's torso in the process. Captain Dar moved aside and Quinto pushed his Nusan cock inside Dewey's mouth. It would have been cool if someone had told the young ensign that middle-aged Nusans were able to ejaculate between 1 and up to 1.5 liters of their strong seed when in orgasm. The boy soon started feeling his stomach get full of the man's liquid and started feeling uncomfortable as he tried his best to swallow the man's cum.

His mind, however, was soon taken from that thought as Captain Dar started polishing his little boy cockhead as he inserted two of his thick fingers up Dewey's ass. The pressure of Dar's fingers against his prostate, as well as the polishing of his tenderized cockhead, soon brought him close to his own orgasm. As he carried on swallowing Nusan cum, his little boystick started throbbing, announcing his umpteenth cum. Captain Dar took Dewey's boyrod in his mouth and started sucking mercilessly at the sweet pink much abused cockhead, intensifying Dewey's orgasm. As he started cumming, the ambassador's cum was overflowing in his mouth being expelled through his nostrils, choking Dewey and, funnily, intensifying his orgasm. Even when he'd been forced to cum over and over, his half-Seebi genitalia managed to produce a good amount of his young seed, which Captain Dar swallowed eagerly.

"Fuck!" Ambassador Quinto said removing his cock from Dewey's mouth, a final squirt of his thick spunk landing on the boy's face, "That was one hell of a cum!"

"Indeed, ambassador," Captain Dar replied.

"Your young ensign is most definitely talented!" Quinto said and chuckled.

"He does show promise, Ambassador," Dar said.

"I expect I'll be able to sample more of his abilities while I remain onboard."

"By all means, ambassador."

Dewey wasn't even listening, his last orgasm leaving him exhausted. He wasn't even aware of the fact that Captain Dar was excusing himself, at the same time authorizing Ensign De'Lorna to remain in the Ambassador's care for the time being, so that the man could keep on exploring his dark fantasies with the twelve-year-old child prodigy. De'Lorna's fate suddenly seemed a bit darker and the boy wasn't even aware of it.

Act 3
OUT OF CONTROL

Ensign Torres was really worried that his superior, Chief Engineer Derek Wolfe, was undergoing a breakdown. Commander Wolfe had excused himself almost six hours before saying he was only tired, but Torres knew this was something else.

At around 2200 hours, he had contacted the Captain to report on the progress being made with the warp reactors, but Captain Dar's reply had made the Lieutenant wonder if the man was in his right mind. He had then tried to remember when he had last heard from the First Officer, the CMO, the Comm Officer, and realized that, ever since landing, they had not had a senior staff meeting. Something bad was definitely happening on board the Venture and Torres knew it was about time he checked on it. He also decided it would be a good idea to check on Commander Wolfe. True, he had pressing concerns at hand at the moment with repairs being performed, but something had to be done. Sitting at Wolfe's desk, he tapped on his combadge.

"Lt. Tatum," he said.

"Tatum here," the good-looking young Lieutenant Junior Grade replied, "Go ahead, Lieutenant."

"Lieutenant, please report to the Chief Engineer's office, Torres out."

Lt. JG Robin Tatum left the containment chamber and walked through Engineering. The whole staff was at work on completing repairs and they were behind schedule. They had been stationed on the third planet for 10 hours now and work was barely halfway through. He approached the Chief Engineer's office and called.

"Come," Lt. Torres replied and the door slid open.

Robin Tatum entered the office, the door closing behind him.

"Lieutenant, please, have a seat," Torres said.

"Lieutenant," Robin Tatum said.

"I think there's a crisis developing on board the Venture."

"Sir?" Tatum asked not sure what his superior was talking about.

"Have you noticed we have not been contacted to check on repairs?"

Now that Alfred Torres mentioned it, Robin Tatum realized it was true. The last check on progress had taken place before the Venture landed on the third planet.

"Now that you mention it, Sir," Tatum said, "I do think the Venture has been really quiet."

"I fear there's also a serious problem with Commander Wolfe," the Human of Latin American origin said, "almost seven hours ago he excused himself saying he was tired, and when I mentioned he should go to Sickbay, he refused. I, however, believe he's being afflicted by some kind of disorder. I, however, am not a doctor to ascertain that."

"I see," Tatum said.

"In his absence, it falls to me to make the calls."

"Yes, Sir," Tatum replied.

"So, I want you to report to Doctor Rogantis and brief him on the situation. I'd like him to attend to Commander Wolfe in his quarters if necessary."

"I'm on it, Sir," Tatum said.

"Tatum," he said.

"Yes?"

"Please report back as soon as you enter Sickbay."

"Aye, Sir."

"I, in the meantime, will try and find out what the hell is going on, on board the Venture."

"Aye, Sir."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Dismissed."

Robin Tatum stood from the chair and left the Chief Engineering office on his way to Sickbay. As soon as he exited Engineering, he noticed the aisles of the Venture were completely devoid of life and wondered what was happening. It was completely unusual for the Venture to be so empty when it was barely 2400 hours. He ran to the turbocap feeling in his gut something was terribly wrong.

"Deck four," he said and the turbocap started moving.

Two minutes later, Lt. Tatum was entering Sickbay. The place was quiet and dimly lit. He walked inside the caring area to be greeted by the most shocking scene a man could ever behold: Doctor Artim Rogantis was naked and standing, three boys around him sucking alternately on the Doctor's Bommorian cock. Doctor Rogantis grunted and a first spurt of cum erupted from his cock. The first of the boys -a thirteen-year-old tall and built Cling'on- Tatum recognized as a gifted gymnast in Junior high, moaned in ecstasy as he engulfed the doctor's cockhead in order to swallow his cum.

"Gimme some!" the second boy demanded.

This boy he'd never seen before, but the Lieutenant guessed he must be around fourteen or fifteen years of age, like the Cling'on boy, this one was muscular, very likely a gymnast too or a wrestler. The boy simply grabbed the doctor's cock and started swallowing too.

"There's enough for everyone," Doctor Rogantis said in a sexy purry voice and giggled.

"I want some too, please, please!" the third boy said.

The boy's pitch was so familiar Tatum had to get closer to make sure he wasn't imagining things. And he wasn't. There, swallowing the CMO's spunk, was non-other than Kace Tatum, his eleven-year-old brother. Robin Tatum wanted to run and scream and call for help, but he couldn't. He was glued to the scene. He gasped.

"Lt. Tatum," Doctor Rogantis said in the same seductive sexy voice, "what can I do for you?"

"Um … uh … nothing Doctor," Tatum said still shocked at what he'd seen, "I think I'll … come back … later, when you're not … not busy …"

Having said so, the Lieutenant JG turned around in order to leave. He was finding it hard to accomplish, his dick was starting to get hard and his judgment seemed to be clouding. Robin Tatum seemed to have a stronger resistance to the Belphagorian Pheromone but it might have been the fact that he was half Qulud, and it was a known fact that the Qulud were less prone to mental manipulation than most humanoid species. Doctor Rogantis looked at Tatum's ass and immediately knew he wanted to cum in that gorgeous man. D'hrak, Andy and Kace Tatum had swallowed Rogantis' cum and were now infected … they too needed to cum inside someone.

"Boys," Rogantis said, "Seize him."

All three boys obeyed Doctor Rogantis immediately. D'hrak, the Cling'on, jumped onto the Lieutenant causing him to off balance. Robin Tatum landed flat down on the floor and D'hrak pinned him down as Kace and Andy took the man's wrists.

"Let … go … off … me …" Robin said as Andy and his own brother Kace held his wrists tightly.

Doctor Rogantis approached the fallen Lieutenant and without delay pushed a hypo-spray to the young man's neck, the sedative knocking him out cold in a fraction of a second. Once unconscious, the man would be much easier to manipulate.

"Bring him, boys," Rogantis said, "We might need to restrain him if we want to have some fun with him."

All three boys carried the unconscious Lt. Tatum and placed him on a medbed. Once there, Doctor Rogantis activated a restraining field, so that the Engineering assistant would not be able to move and proceeded to undress the man. Tatum was a gorgeous specimen, tall and muscular, completely smooth and white as milk. Doctor Rogantis wasn't shocked to realize Tatum had a dinky dick and a set of huge low hanging balls, very likely the result of his mixed ancestry. The Qulud were a race known for their small sized dicks, which they made up for with their superior capacity to produce semen. The balls of the Qulud were standard in size but during intercourse, they would swell as they filled with the amounf of sperm they produce, getting to the size of ripe oranges when ready to ejaculate.

Once Tatum was fully naked, Doctor Rogantis pushed a new hypo-spray to the man's neck, and the young lieutenant came around. As he woke up, he tried to stand up, but noticed immediately he couldn't move a muscle.

"Wh-what the …" he uttered.

"Please relax, lieutenant," Doctor Rogantis said.

"What … what have you done to …"

"I'm afraid I had to place you under a restraining field," Rogantis chuckled, "but don't worry, it won't be for long. We just want to have some fun with you, don't we, boys?"

"Hell, yeah!" D'hrak said.

"Hell, yeah!" Andy and Kace said mimicking the Cling'on.

Before Tatum could complain, the thirteen-year-old D'hrak moved towards the lieutenant's face and started rubbing his ribbed and thick 17 cm [6.5"\ Cling'on dicklet. Robin Tatum opened his eyes wide, unable to believe a thirteen-year-old could have such a big and thick cock. Andy placed himself on the other side of the man's face and started rubbing his fifteen-year-old regular sized tapered cock. Andy's was probably around 14 cm [5.5"] in length and 10 cm [4"] in width, with a purple looking knob-shaped glans. Both cockheads were glistening with precum, which made a trail all over the lieutenant's face.

"Open up!" D'hrak commanded.

"Yeah, open up!" Andy added.

Robin Tatum told himself he would not open his mouth. The sole idea of sucking a cock was too disgusting to even consider it. He tightened his lips, angry at the doctor, angry at the boys and angry at his little brother.

"Doctor," Andy complained, "He won't open his mouth!"

"Looks like he likes to be forced," Artim Rogantis said, "Well, I shall help him out a bit."

Doctor Artim Rogantis walked to the replicator and came back holding a new hypo-spray. Before Tatum knew what was going on, the hypo-spray was applied on his neck, right under his jaw. Not a minute later, his mouth opened completely on its own.

"Awesome!" D'hrak said and pushed the cockhead of his ribbed, dark-purple Cling'on cock inside Ronin Tatum's mouth.

The first thing Tatum felt was total revulsion as the precum soaked cockhead entered his mouth. He would've never imagined he would've been forced to suck on another man's cock, him being the most heterosexual of heterosexuals. D'hrak didn't seem to care as he facefucked his now forced-open mouth. Andy was in a rush to get his rocks off too and started pushing his cockhead inside the man's mouth as well. Tatum had not one, but two cock's fighting for his mouth and he felt revolted once again.

As the young Lieutenant was forced to suck on the teen dicks, Doctor Rogantis applied a hypo-spray directly to the man's cock, the timid little thing turning hard in a fraction of a second. Hard to its full, Tatum's cock was barely 10 cm [4"] in length, with a lovely cockhead covered with an abundant foreskin. Once hard, Doctor Rogantis started playfully manipulating the man's dinky rod.

D'hrak left Tatum's mouth to Andy and walked, cock hard and wet, towards the lieutenant's rear entrance. Once there and with no ceremony of any kind, he put saliva on his fingers and rubbed around the man's virgin rosebud managing to push a finger inside. Robin was about to complain, when Andy pushed his teen cock inside the man's mouth balls deep, the sweet tender nuts hitting Robin's chin, preventing any possible sound to emerge from the man's mouth. Andy was pre-cumming a lot more than D'hrak and Tatum felt disgusted once again. This was by far the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him.

D'hrak was an impatient boy, as most Cling'on teenagers, and once he'd applied what he'd considered to be enough saliva to the lieutenant's ass, he pressed the tip of his pointy cockhead to the man's virgin hole. The shape made it easier for the thing to slide in and the whole cockhead went in with a popping sound. Once in, D'hrak pushed his cock up to the hilt in a single motion, the ribbed edges all over the shaft giving Tatum a hell of a pain in his previously-virgin manhole.

"I wanna be sucked too!" Kace Tatum shouted.

"So, come here!" Andy said still facefucking the boy's older brother.

Little Kace moved towards them, his 10cm [4"] dicklet hard as a rock and wet in his own immature precum. Unlike Robin, Kace was a 100 % human and thus his dick was developing at a normal rate for a human boy. Obeying Andy and wanting to be pleasured, the boy pushed his little knob-shaped cockhead into his brother's mouth. Robin felt his brother's precum as the cockhead came in contact with his tongue, but he didn't feel as disgusted.

"Fuck!" D'hrak said as he found his rhythm pounding Robin's ass.

Doctor Rogantis was having fun playing with Robin's small dick. And as he manipulated the small rod, he saw the magic happen before his eyes: Robin Tatum's balls started moving, as if alive, and started growing by the second. That only motivated Artim Rogantis to carry on masturbating the lieutenant. Once the man's small dick had been sufficiently masturbated, Artim started trying to peel back the abundant foreskin. As he did so, he fumbled with the cockhead, the most sensitive spot for the Qulud. Robin Tatum felt, against his wishes, how his balls were now overworking themselves, producing that delirious pain the Qulud underwent when approaching orgasm.

Teenagers are known to not last very much when having sex, and D'hrak announced his orgasm with a loud Cling'on growl. As soon as the Cling'on teenager started cumming in Robin Tatum's ass, the half-Human/half-Qulud felt his mind numbing. Suddenly he did not find his brother's dick disgusting at all and started sucking on it with a hunger a straight man could not feel sucking another man.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Robiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!" Kace said as his little rod started spurting inside his brother's mouth.

Once both D'hrak and Kace had cum inside Luetenant Tatum's ass and mouth, everything changed inside the man's mind.

"Your cum!" he said looking at Andy, "I want your cum!"

He didn't have to ask twice, Andy, very close as well, put his dick in Robin's mouth, who frenetically started sucking on it as if his life depended on it. His balls had now come to almost the size of ripe oranges and Rogantis chuckled as he polished on the lovely thumbtack-sized helmet-shaped little cockhead. The Doctor knew that Robin would not be able to cum, unless it was inside someone, but that didn't stop him from edging the man.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Andy shouted announcing his orgasm.

Robin Tatum swallowed eagerly up to the last drop of human jizz the fifteen-year-old had to offer, his common sense now completely clouded by the Belphagorian pheromone.

"I-I … I want to cum!" Robin Tatum stated.

"We can't help you with that," Doctor Rogantis said as he tapped some commands to the console releasing the restraining field, "but I'll be more than glad to let you go now."

Robin Tatum stood up from the medbed and, started walking drunk-like outside sickbay, not even caring he was naked, his tiny hard dick exposed, and his huge swollen balls now hanging between his legs. There was only one thought in his mind: the need to cum in someone's ass or mouth.

Commander Dyk'Lan G'kharis, the Operations officer of the Venture was inside the tub, which he had filled with ice-cold water in an attempt to bring down the fever. He had confined himself to quarters the minute he'd felt an inexplicable attraction for the young helmsman, Dewey De'Lorna and had remained in his quarters ever since. He was submerged in the tub when his communicator chirped. He stood up from the tub and tapped on his combadge.

"G'kharis here," he said.

"Commander G'hkaris, Alfred Torres here."

"Go ahead, Torres."

"Commander, are you alright?"

"I am, why the question?" the Operations officer asked.

"Sir, I believe the whole crew of the Venture has been afflicted by some sort of pathogen which seems to have impaired good judgment."

Dyk'Lan G'kharis realized that what had happened to him had somehow taken control of everyone on board. More than ever, he felt glad he had decided to confine himself before he fell victim to what had affected apparently every single member of the crew.

"Go on."

"I have been unable to successfully reach Captain Dar and Commander Dormak, but I have placed a quarantine in Engineering so we can proceed with repairs."

"Good, Lieutenant. I'll work from my quarters to see what I can figure out on our current situation. In the meantime, I want you to carry on with repairs and keep me appraised."

"Sir," Torres said hesitantly.

"Yes, Lieutenant?"

"I … Sir, can I make a suggestion?"

"Go ahead, Torres," G'kharis said.

"I'd like your permission to activate Alpha," the young engineer said.

"The point being, lieutenant?" the second officer asked genuinely curious.

"Sir," Torres explained, "If any of us should fall prey to whatever is happening, we would be stranded here forever. Alpha, sir …"

"… Would be immune to whatever biological agent is at work here …" G'kharis finished the sentence following Torres' chain of thought.

The young lieutenant had a point. Alpha, however, had proven unstable. During a mission it had gone berserk and almost destroyed the Venture. After long discussions and debates with the best minds in Starforce, the conclusion had been reached to deactivate Alpha to run diagnostics and try and figure out what had caused such instability. This, however, was a crisis and it was up to Dyk'Lan G'kharis to make the call.

"Sir?" Torres asked after the long pause.

"I'm concerned, lieutenant, considering that on Stardate 44001.3 Starforce Command ordered Alpha deactivated because of its instability, should it …"

"Sir," Torres interrupted, "Commander Wolfe and myself have been working on stabilizing Alpha's positronic matrix for the past year, and we have achieved some important breakthroughs. I believe we have a good chance that it will …"

"Very good, Lieutenant," G'kharis said, "Activate Alpha and keep me appraised. Should anything go wrong, I'm ordering you to shut it down by whatever means necessary."

"Acknowledged," Torres said.

"Proceed. G'kharis out."

More than ever, the Xenu felt more than delighted he had decided to confine himself. Now, his job was pretty clear, he was to find out a way to counter whatever agent was onboard in order to leave the planet before it was too late. Struggling with a hard-on and trying not to think of Ensign De'Lorna, he sat before his computer.

"Computer," he said, "please identify any pathogens in the atmosphere of the Venture."

"Please specify," the masculine voice of the computer replied.

"Identify any viral or bacterial agents that might have infected the crew," he said.

A couple of seconds later, the reply came, "there are no viral or bacterial agents currently present in the atmosphere of the Venture."

He was about to state a new question to the computer, when he heard the chirping of his doorbell.

"Enter," he said.

As the door opened, Chief of Security Jeremiah Winters entered the room. The man looked disheveled, a swollen open wound in his forehead.

"Jeremiah," he said, "What happened?"

"I don't know, sir," a puzzled Winters replied, "I was in my quarters right after my son had gone to his appointment with Counselor Daelar, when someone … or something … knocked me out cold."

The reptiloid looked at Winters and imagined that, whoever had orchestrated the takeover of the Venture had definitely taken Winters out of the way. Being the Chief of Security of Starforce flagship, it was obvious he had to be got rid of.

"It might have to do with whatever is happening on board," G'kharis said.

"What do you mean?" The handsome and muscular man asked.

Dyk'Lan G'kharis asked Noah's dad to take a seat and explained the recent discoveries, starting with Lt. Torres' call just minutes before. He briefly explained that they thought some kind of ailment had come over the whole crew, except for a few of them who had apparently not been in contact with people who had been infected. The first thought to cross Winters' mind was about his son and, as soon as the second officer had finished explaining the situation, he spoke:

"Computer," he said, "locate Noah Winters."

"Noah Winters is not on board the Venture," the masculine voice of the computer replied.

Jeremiah Winters looked at his superior with shock on his face.

"Don't even ask, Lieutenant," the reptiloid said, "your priority should be to locate your son."

"Sir," Winters said, "My first duty is to the crew of the Venture. We need to find out …"

"Jeremiah," Dyk'Lan said, "we both understand your duty. But your son is missing and the right man to look for him is you. Besides, there isn't much you can do here."

"But sir …" Jeremiah interjected.

"I'm already working with the computer in identifying what's happening to our ship."

Jeremiah Winters looked at the muscular Xenu, a troubled expression on his face.

"Go," Dyk'Lan said, "That's an order, lieutenant."

"Aye, Sir," Jeremiah Winters said and exited G'kharis' quarters.

The Second Officer of the Venture went back to his search. He needed to find out whatever had happened to the crew of the Venture when they had landed in that unexplored planet so he could find a cure for their 'ailment'.

Act 4
THE BEAST'S LAIR

Acting Chief Engineer's log

Stardate 44223.2

The crew of the Venture seems to have been afflicted by an infection which has made them lose all good judgment and give in to their carnal desires. While I and a handful of engineers work on repairs on the Venture, Commander G'kharis has devoted himself to trying to find an agent that counteracts the effects of this particular ailment. I only hope we are in time to save the crew before it's too late.

Alfred Torres sighed hoping he had made the right decision. Before him, Alpha sat deactivated, a blank expression on his face. Torres had not been posted to the Venture when the unique android had been deactivated, but he had read all the reports when Commander Wolfe had decided to get him involved in the project to fix Alpha. For a year now, supervised by Commander Wolfe, Torres had been working on the android's complex positronic matrix and had kept on falling in love with the wonderful work Isaac Soongstein – Alpha's creator – had accomplished. There was no one in the galaxy who had been able to replicate Soongstein's work even though the most brilliant minds had tried.

According to Venture's logs, most people had found working with Alpha either disturbing or uncomfortable, given the fact that his creator had made him in the image of his lost twelve-year-old son Jake Soongstein. Working around a sentient machine with vast knowledge who carried the rank of Lieutenant Commander but looked like a child was a bit too much for some officers. Torres, on the other hand, found Alpha beautiful and seeing the android sort of woke his paternal instincts.

Torres sighed once again. He caressed Alpha's synthetic cheek and proceeded to activate the android hitting the switch inside the android's mouth. A second later, Alpha blinked. He moved his head with bird-like motions several times as he blinked and then looked Lieutenant Torres in the eye.

"Hello, lieutenant," Alpha said looking at the man's stripes indicating his rank.

"Hello, Alpha," Torres said.

"I believe we have not been introduced, Lieutenant," the artificial boy said.

"I am Lieutenant Alfred Torres, Assistant Chief Engineer," the young man said.

"I see I am still onboard the Venture," Alpha said, "If I am not mistaken, we are in the Chief Engineer's office."

"That is correct, Alpha," Torres said and smiled.

Alpha remained quiet for a while, his artificial eyes moving to and fro rapidly, his expression unchanged. Alfred realized the android was accessing his memory engrams, very likely going over the events which had let to its deactivation.

"My inner bio-clock has updated. I have been deactivated since Stardate 44001.3."

"That is correct, Alpha."

"Am I to understand you have been successful in stabilizing my positronic matrix?" Alpha asked.

"For the most part," Torres said, "Commander Wolfe and myself have been working on it for a year now."

"For the most part is not a one-hundred percent affirmation," Alpha stated, "Why have you chosen to activate me if all issues with my matrix have not been successfully resolved? Should my matrix destabilize again …"

"We are aware of the risks, Alpha," Alfred Torres said, "but we're facing a crisis and I have concluded that activating you was the best course of action. I am positive that your positronic matrix will not destabilize given the amount of work we have put into fixing it."

"I see," Alpha said looking at the lieutenant as he bird-like moved his head, "you might want to bring me upto date on the crisis currently occurring on board the Venture."

"I think we should first get you some clothes," Torres said and chuckled.

"Ah, yes," Alpha said, "I remember how my not wearing clothes made humans uncomfortable. I have always found the concept of modesty beyond my reach."

Torres chuckled again and walked to the replicator in order to get Alpha a jumpsuit in the latest fashion. The android took the suit and put it on and then sat across from Lieutenant Torres, who devoted the following minutes to explain the situation in detail. Alpha listenedcarefully, and then requested access to a computer terminal in order to start researching.

"Sir," Ensign T'maro said addressing Lieutenant Torres as he entered the Chief Engineer's office.

"Yes, Ensign?"

"Lt. Tatum is outside Engineering, requesting entrance, Sir," T'maro replied.

Torres looked at Ensgin T'maro.

"Alpha," Torres said, "lock yourself in. I'll be back in no time."

"Yes, Sir," Alpha said and started an encryption protocol to lock himself inside the office.

Lt. Torres walked outside the office followed by Ensign T'maro. He walked towards the door and turned to look at the staff. Ensign T'maro, Lieutenant JG Corrigan, Lieutenant Asthari, Crewman B'elhora and Crewman O'Reilly – the Engineering personnel currently quarantined inside – turned to look at Torres, who was for the time being, the Acting Chief Engineer, and so the man calling the shots. Torres had ordered Engineering to be placed in quarantine and his strict orders had been to not allow anyone in.

"Robin?" he asked.

"Lt., Sir," the voice of Robin Tatum came from the other side of the door, "I'd like to come in, sir."

"Lt." Torres said, "You understand I have quarantined the area and, since you failed to report when ordered, I cannot allow you to join us."

"Sir, please," Tatum said, "Everything's fine. I want to report …"

"Tatum," Torres insisted, "It would be irresponsible on my behalf to let you in. Please go to your quarters and report from there. We are already working on a way to counteract …"

"Sir, please! Please!" Tatum said, "I am afraid I'll get infected if I remain outside. I'm begging you, Sir. Let me in, please."

"Lieutenant," Torres said raising his tone, "You are a Starforce officer and as such you will respond. I'm ordering you to your quarters and that's exactly what you'll do."

"But, sir," Tatum replied.

"That is an order lieutenant," Torres said.

"Please, Sir," Tatum begged again, "If I remain here … Please!"

The door to Engineering swished open and all personnel turned to see crewman O'Reilly behind the control panel.

"I'm sorry, Sir," Seamus O'Reilly replied, "But I thought …"

"Crewman," Lt. Corrigan said, "What have you done?"

Something happened almost instantly. All crew members turned back to the door. A naked Lieutenant JG Robin Tatum walked inside Engineering, his now madly swollen balls hanging between his legs moving with a ridiculous motion. He felt like he was burning inside, nothing but a fever to cum occupied his thoughts. He stumbled and fell in Alfred Torres' arms.

"Thank you, Sir," Robin Tatum said.

Alfred Torres closed his eyes trying hard to get rid of the young man, for he was finding him irresistible. Not two seconds later all the Engineering crew had surrounded Tatum and started touching the man rather inappropriately. Despite all his efforts, Torres lost his good judgment, his cock getting hard at the situation developing around him.

Robin Tatum felt in heaven as Corrigan and O'Reilly started touching his big loaded Qulud balls and sighed deeply. All the members currently quarantined lost their minds as they were possessed by the effect of the pheromone emanating from Lt. Tatum. In their minds there was only one thought: to swallow the man's cum. It was in that moment that Alfred Torres realized everything was lost as he desperately removed his clothing, his cock hard and drooling as he inhaled the sweet scent of the belphagorian pheromone.

Lieutenant Jeremiah Winters, along with two of his most experienced security officers, materialized inside the Beast's lair and pulled his tricorder to search for his son. Tarlik and Simone did the same and all three started scanning the area.

"I am not reading any human life-signs, sir," the slim Lieutenant Simone reported.

"Neither am I, sir," added the Nusan good looking Ensign Tarlik.

"I think we should split up," Winters said.

"Agreed, sir," Tarlik said, "We'll be able to cover the largest area in a most efficient way."

"Let's keep our communications channel open, just in case," Winters ordered.

"Aye, Sir," Simone acknowledged.

All three members of the security detail went their separate ways in search of little Noah Winters. As they walked, they reported on whatever they were witnessing, keeping their communications channel open in case something relevant came up.

Ensign Tarlik slipped and fell flat to the floor crushing his combadge against a stone in the process, rendering the gadget useless. His phaser had slipped from his hand and was now resting a good two meters from his current position.

"Damn!" he cursed.

He tried to move only to realize he was stuck in a sort of dark and slimy substance. Not a minute later he heard a rustling sound and figured someone was coming his way. He sighed, thinking it was either Winters or Simone, but quickly he realised it wasn't them when he felt something big breathing on his neck.

"What the …"

He couldn't finish the sentence as a sort of tentacle coiled around his neck lifting him from the ground and choking him at the same time. The last thing he felt as he lost consciousness was tentacles moving about his body as he thought, 'I'm done for!'

"Sir," Lieutenant Simone spoke through the open channel, "I think we have lost Tarlik."

"Tarlik, report," Jeremiah Winters said.

After an uncomfortable silence, he said again, "Tarlik, report."

"Damn!" he said as there was no answer, "Simone, keep searching, I'll go back for Tarlik."

"Sir," Simone replied, "I believe you should carry on looking for your son. I'll go back and check on Tarlik."

"Lieutenant," Winters said, "As Chief of Security …"

"I know, Sir," Simone added, "but our mission is to retrieve your son."

"Very well," Winters said, "but keep communications open."

"Aye, Sir," Simone replied and started backtracking on his own footsteps.

When he was back at the entrance of the tunnel he'd taken, and before he could react, tentacles coiled around his neck, arms and legs, one clever tentacle removing his combadge and crushing it on a rock. Simone wanted to scream, but the tentacle around his neck kept squeezing and squeezing until the young Lieutenant lost consciousness.

Jeremiah Winters carried on walking straight ahead in search of his beloved son. As he walked, he thought of all the beautiful moments he had spent with Noah ever since he'd come to live with him. Ever since Zadra had left, Jeremiah had taken on the task of raising their son, and he had done a good job so far. Now, the prospect of losing his only son terrified him beyond his wildest nightmares.

As he walked deeper and deeper into the caves, his tricorder indicated signs of human life ahead.

"Yes!" he said.

He was pretty sure he was close to seeing his beloved Noah, when he walked into a wide cavernous space. From the ceiling, several individuals hung trapped naked in what seemed organic stalactites. He counted ten and distinguished at least four different species, all of them males. They were all seemingly asleep.

Jeremiah's eyes opened wide in horror as he noticed several organic-like structures were attached to each individual's tender spots. Transparent organic tentacles were attached to each man's chests, their nipples swollen beyond belief and being stimulated by the tentacles. Their cocks were swallowed by similar tentacles which seemed to be keeping them in a constant state of arousal, as other tentacles seemed to be stimulating their testicles which seemed ridiculously large. Each of the ten individuals had a sort of umbilical cord attached to their mouths, their facial expressions conveying peace, as if they were enjoying what was being done to them.

"Simone," he said, "you will not believe what I have just found."

There was no reply.

"Simone, acknowledge," he ordered.

No reply still. Jeremiah Winters realized he had lost both Simone and Tarlik, but even though he had a duty as Security Officer, his priority was to find his son. He certainly hoped he would not find him in the same condition in which he'd found these men.

He kept on walking through the cave, his tricorder helping him corroborate that all of the trapped individuals were in perfect health. Winters wondered how long these men had been captive in this cave and how long had their torment been in effect. He walked further into the cave, worried but hoping he'd find Noah. A shrieking sound behind him brought him to a state of alert.

He turned around quickly and pointed his phaser at the beast standing before him. Never in his years of service had he seen or heard of such creatures. The one before him was possibly a good 2.15 m [7'] tall. It had a big head crowned by moving tentacles. It had four dark unexpressive eyes and, as it opened its mouth to shriek again, Jeremiah saw the uneven pointy fangs and the long red slimy tongue. The creature had an elongated torso with two pairs of arms, each of which had a long bony hand with three fingers crowned by sharp claws. In its midsection there was an opening from which some tentacles moved about. It had a thin waist and long thin muscular legs. Right under his waist an obsecenely large and scaly cock covered in slime showed, two huge testicles hanging below it.

Before he could fire his phaser, a tentacle lashed at his hand, sending the weapon a good ten meters away from him. The monster shrieked again and Jeremiah threw himself over the monster. That proved to be a big mistake, for, as he landed on the monster, tentacles sprang all over, grabbing him by the wrists, neck, waist and ankles, as the claws tore his clothing to pieces.

As the monster squeezed him, Jeremiah thought, 'What the hell are you?'

The monster pointed his four eyes at him and shrieked, as he replied telepathically, 'I am Kal'Ceph'uraf, the Alpha of our pack. And you are my prey.'

Jeremiah Winters tried to struggle, but the tentacles were strong, stronger than any adversary he'd ever faced. Kal'Ceph'uraf shrieked again and exhaled in Jeremiah's face. The current Chief Security Officer of the Venture felt a surge of pleasure inside as he inhaled the monster's pheromones. It was then he realized everything was lost.

Act 5
WILLING PREY

Noah Winters opened his eyes and noticed almost instantly he was inside a cave. He was naked and sunk in a sort of gelatinous dark substance. He didn't know it, but he'd been sleeping for almost a day, time in which Evh'ouldorc had been preparing Noah's body to withstand intercourse with him. The place was warm and there was a very strong scent which reminded Noah of cinnamon.

"What is this place, Baal?" the Inobulan boy asked.

"This is my home," Baal said, "I've been wanting to bring you here for some time now."

"Why?" Noah asked.

"Because this is where you belong … with me …"

"What do you mean?" Noah asked puzzled.

"I'll explain," Baal said, "come, let's sit here."

Baal sat down and pulled Noah to sit between his legs. Noah was uncomfortable remembering how he'd been in that position when Baal had first 'played' with his privvies, but he did not voice his disagreement. As soon as he had sat down, Noah felt Baal's hands wrap around his stomach.

"Baal …" he said.

"Shhhhhhh," the Belphagorian said exhaling a bit of his pheromone in order to put Noah at ease.

The Belphagorian was not going to lose any more precious time and he started rubbing Noah's sweet pink nipples. Noah sighed unable to understand why it felt good when Baal touched him there. Baal tickled and caressed the sweet pink knobs which had now hardened and noticed how Noah started breathing heavily. He caressed, squeezed and pinched on the inviting knobs for maybe around ten minutes.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Baal asked.

Noah sighed for an answer.

Baal started shifting shape, his lower arms appearing. As he squeezed and pinched on Noah's nipples, his lower hands went inside the boy's underwear. He was quickly greeted by the warm and soft Inobulan pussy. Noah sighed again and Baal knew he almost had the boy. With one of his hands he parted the sweet lips, to find Noah's dicklet hard and ready. He peeled the foreskin back and started polishing on the little cockhead as his other hand found the boy's virgin vagina in which he inserted a scaly finger.

"Mmmmmmgggggggh," moaned Noah as the finger went in, unable to process all the sensations Baal was making him experience.

Baal was getting hard. Real hard. He started shapeshifting again, his head turning from his Baal impersonation into his actual form. His huge mouth opened revealing a set of misaligned fangs and his long and sandy tongue came into view. With his tongue, he started licking Noah's sweet neck, savoring the boy's sweat.

One finger wasn't enough, and Evh'ouldorc soon incorporated a second one into Noah's pussy as he kept on polishing the boy's cockhead. As his face finished shifting, the sexual appendages started growing from the back of his head. Evh'ouldorc's four unexpressive eyes focused on the boy's neck once again and as he licked it, he sank his fangs into it.

"Mmmmmmghhhhhh!" moaned Noah again.

As the boy's sweet half-breed warm blood started running onto the beast's tongue, his sexual appendages started moving on their own, looking for the boy's sweet spots. Noah knew this was wrong but he felt somehow unable to move from Baal's embrace. Evh'ouldorc's upper hands stopped playing with Noah's nipples. His hands had now fully transformed into their Belphagorian shape, long scaly hands with two long fingers and a thumb, all of them finishing in sharp and pointy claws.

"Sweet boy," Evh'ouldorc said, "I've longed for you, my sweet boy."

As he said it, the claws in his index fingers moved faster than the eye could see, pinching Noah's sweet nipples. The boy screamed as he felt the sharp pain on his tender little knobs. He looked down and saw the blood start trickling from his nipples and opened his eyes wide.

"Baal!" he said, "It hurts!"

"Not for long," the Belphagorian said.

As Evh'ouldorc spoke, a hole in his midsection opened, a mouth-like opening, and two pulsating tentacle-like appendages moved around Noah's torso. Noah got even more scared as the two weird looking tentacles approached his face. Each one of the two tentacles had a mouth and tongue and a set of tiny needle-like sharp teeth and Noah, in shock, was unable to say anything. Faster than the eye could see, each of the appendages took one of his sweet boy tits and started sucking on the blood which was coming from them. He felt the tongues slurping at his nipples as Baal sucked at his neck and played with his juju and his wee wee.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!" Noah screamed as the mouths on his little boy tits sank their sharp tiny teeth around his nipple all over his areolas.

Evh'ouldorc was in heaven, finally tasting the sweet little boy. As he fingerfucked the boy's pussy, one of the tentacle appendages from his head approached Noah's ass. It thinned to a 6 mm [¼"] girth and with a slurping sound entered the boy's little hole with no resistance whatsoever. Noah felt the weird sensation of the worm-like thing in his ass. Suddenly, another one went in. And another. And another.

"Baal!" he screamed in fear.

"Shhhhhhh," Evh'ouldorc said soothingly and exhaled a bit more of his pheromone.

The four thin worm-like tentacles were inside the boy's ass now and once Evh'ouldorc knew the boy was ready, all four tentacles started thickening as they went inside and outside the boy's hole alternately. It was a great way to start loosening the virgin hole if Noah was to take his main cock inside his ass. Lots of species in the galaxy could handle Belphagorian appendages, which were in essence cocks, every Belphagorian beast having up to 20 appendages which shapeshifted in order to satisfy different needs. Few species, however, could handle a Belphagorian cock, the main cock.

Momentarily Evh'ouldorc let go of Noah's lovely hard dicklet and using his lower hands, he opened the boy's vaginal lips wide. Another of his sexual appendages found its way to Noah's inviting pussy and went inside. Once inside, the appendage shapeshifted and turned into a human-like cock, not particularly big or thick and started a pumping motion inside Noah's vagina.

Noah Winters had never been fucked and a weird sensation came over him as he was touched and bitten all over by Baal and his tentacles. He did not understand why his best friend was doing this, but he wasn't very sure he wanted it to stop. The appendages sucking on his boytits withdrew all of a sudden and Noah looked down. His tits were a lot bigger now, as if the appendages had done something to them. There was no sign of blood or any markings of the teeth and the boy wondered how that was possible.

Evh'ouldorc picked the boy up, admiring how the four tentacles in the boy's ass had now shifted into a good 8 cm [3"] in girth, and the boy's ass was handling them appropriately. At the same time, the thin cock-like tentacle inside Noah's pussy was pumping in and out, now wet with the boy's juices. Noah was not complaining, the pain in his ass and pussy had somehow turned pleasurable and, out of curiosity, he touched his swollen nipples and boy tits to try out how they felt now that they were bigger, and realized they were now extremely sensitive.

Evh'ouldorc turned the boy around and Noah saw, for the first time, what the Belphagorian actually looked like. He screamed in fear, but Evh'ouldorc was quick to act and a cock-shaped appendage went inside the boy's mouth, effectively shutting him up. The minute the appendage was surrounded by Noah's mouth, Evh'ouldorc moaned in a new ecstasy. After all, each one of his appendages was an extension of his genitalia and added to his pleasure.

While the tentacle fucked Noah's mouth, the ones inside his ass started thickening again, entering and exiting the anal cavity alternately, pushing against the boy's prostate as they did and loosening the boy's ass for the final act. Noah started thrashing about, but new tentacles came from the beast, securing Noah by the wrists, waist and ankles. Once secured, Evh'ouldorc used his upper arms to squeeze on Noah's boytits which had partially swollen, resembling the newborn breasts of a twelve-year-old girl. His areolas had definitely swollen and so had his nipples. With a fast movement, the mouth-like appendages attacked his tits again, sinking their sharp teeth into them and sucking on the boy's blood once again.

A new appendage came from Evh'ouldorc's chest cavity and approached Noah's little hard prick. It opened its mouth and a thin worm-like tongue appeared and started coiling around Noah's dicklet. As his appendages toyed with the boy, Evh'ouldorc found something he had not yet seen before. Right where Noah's vagina finished, in his nether region and before the place where his ass started, Noah had what seemed to be … another vagina! Just to make sure he was right, Evh'ouldorc released another of his midsection appendages and the thing approached the spot.

Noah moaned again in a new ecstasy as the thin tentacle fumbled against the spot. Noah did have a second vagina! Two more appendages joined the first and with prehensile tiny crab-like pincers, each took a vaginal lip and pulled them apart, causing Noah some new pain. The third appendage started fighting its way inside the boy's second vagina.

"Mmmmmgggggghhhhhh!" Noah complained stuffed in the mouth.

As the appendage fumbled inside Noah's second vagina it bumped into something unexpected … Noah's second vagina had a clit! A new appendage, one of the same kind sucking on Noah's tits, approached the spot and sank its needle-like teeth on the large clit.

"Mmmmmgggggghhhhhh!" Noah complained as he experienced a new and totally unexpected pain.

The Belphagorian beast was now feeding on Noah's blood from his tits, neck and clit. Its long and gritty tongue started licking the boy's tummy and torso, reveling in the flavor of his preteen boy sweat. The thin worm-like tongue coiled around his dicklet found the way to his cockhead's lips and without warning of any kind, started entering his peehole. The thing was sand-like and Noah felt a kind of desperation unlike anything he'd ever felt.

'Breathe!' Noah heard in his mind, 'I only want to give you pleasure.'

Noah understood Baal was talking to him telepathically. Baal was right, because even when Noah was scared, whatever the monster was doing, whatever pain he was inflicting, the pain turned to pleasure almost as soon as he felt it.

'Why?" Noah asked not knowing whether Baal could hear him 'Why are you doing this to me?'

'You're mine,' Evh'ouldorc replied, 'and I'm yours…'

The worm-like tongue inside his urethra started moving in and out and in circles, and Noah inevitably felt the urge to pee. Through the urethrally inserted appendage, the monster felt the boy was about to pee and the mouth of the appendage closed around the boy's cockshaft. As it did, it sank its fangs around the base and withdrew the thin tongue from the boy's urethral canal. Noah felt the ecstasy of release as his pee ran freely from his bladder.

Evh'ouldorc felt a new wave of pleasure as he swallowed the boy's urine and blood simultaneously through his appendages. As soon as Noah had finished peeing, the tongue went back inside his urethra again and started moving in and out as the mouth kept sucking on his dicklet and sucking the blood from the base of his shaft.

'Stop, please!' Noah said mentally, 'Baal, I'm scared!'

'Bear with me, Noah,' Evh'ouldorc replied, 'the best is yet to come.'

The tentacles inside Noah's ass thickened even more to a girth of 10 cm [4"] each. The boy's ass was almost perfectly stretched for Evh'ouldorc's main cock. With a simple thought, the tentacle inside Noah's main pussy elongated and thickened, resembling a veiny human cock with pearl-sized bumps all over it. As the mouth-like tentacle sucked at the boy's clit, a new appendage approached and pierced the boy's secondary vagina, narrower than the main one. Noah's every hole was now filled with the monster's appendages and the boy started inevitably approaching orgasm.

Evh'ouldorc noticed Noah was about to cum and focused his energy on the boy's dicklet. The mouth around the boy's dicklet squeezed even further and applied triple the suction. The monster noticed the boy was turning weak, pale, and realized he had probably sucked a bit too much blood from him. It was time to nourish the boy back to normal blood levels. The cock-tentacle on Noah's mouth removed itself from its position. Noah gasped as Evh'ouldorc pulled him towards him and a new appendage approached the boy's mouth. As it was close to it, the tentacle parted in four, the open space resembling a carnivore flower.

With a fast movement the appendage closed around Noah's mouth. As if by magic, the tissue on it started melding with the boy's skin. Two little tendrils moved about and entered Noah's nose. Once his mouth and nose were trapped, the tissue melded with his skin, becoming one, like an organic umbilical cord. Noah felt something emerging from the thing inside his mouth, a tentacle-like slimy thing and before he could react, he felt his mouth filled with the monster's spit. He started swallowing in order not to choke, and as he was filled with the substance, he felt his strength coming back to him.

Evh'ouldorc stopped the spitting almost instantly, after all, he could not bring Noah back to full strength. It was a trait Belphagorian beasts took advantage of, keeping their sexual prey strong enough so they could continue to feed on them, but weak enough so they could never leave, ensuring they'd be their sexual prey forever.

Noah was being pleasured on every single spot, his tits and clit sucked and licked and bitten by the mouth-like tentacles. His dicklet sucked non-stop by the sucking tentacle as his pee-hole was fucked by the thin worm-like tongue which kept going in and out of his Inobulan little rod. His main pussy fucked by a now thick human-cock-like tentacle. His secondary pussy fucked by an appendage which had shapeshifted into a bumpy something which resembled a rattlesnake's rattle. And four thick slimy appendages were fucking his boyhole. There was just a sexual piece of him that had not been attacked: his lovely boy nuts.

Using his lover hands, Evh'ouldorc took Noah's main vaginal lips and pulled them aside sadistically, causing the boy new pain. Right under the lips, were Noah's little nuts. Two more mouth-like appendages came to the new spot, sinking their needle-like teeth into the boy's balls. Sharp new pain turned to pleasure and, squirming in his best friend's grip, Noah experienced his first conscious orgasm … the most intense orgasm anyone could experience. If an adult would go mad with pleasure, there was no way back for poor little Noah Winters now, once touched by a Belphagorian Beast, he would never experience sex with such intensity.

But Evh'ouldorc hadn't even fucked the boy with his main cock yet. Intercourse with the beast was far from over. Little Noah Winters couldn't think anymore. Everything had turned into a blur as he kept being abused by the monster he still thought of as Baal. The sensations in his young body had amplified giving the words pain and pleasure a totally new meaning. He was feeling weak. His boytits were raw and hurt, but the sucking tentacles wouldn't stop sucking on them. His little dicklet was still hard even when he had cum almost ten minutes ago, probably because the mouth-like tentacle was still sucking it with enthusiasm, his pee-hole fucked still by the worm-like tongue which had now thickened inside him.

All four tentacles which had been fucking his ass withdrew at the same time, giving Noah the sudden feeling that he was empty. The umbilical-cord-like tentacle had moved away from the boy's mouth and, the four cock-tentacles which had been up his ass joined at Noah's face, all four demanding to be pleasured by Noah's mouth. He tightened his lips in order to keep his mouth from being violated again, but the precum emanating from their cock lips was making Noah dizzy. One of the tentacles took the initiative and started rubbing Noah's lips, the scent of its precum being directly absorbed by the boy's nostrils.

'Open up, Noah,' Baal told him telepathically, 'You have to pleasure me as I have pleasured you.'

As the command repeated again and again in his mind, with a sudden moment of weakness Noah partially opened his lips, the tentacle pushed its way inside the warm hole.

Noah's boyhole was still gaping and Evh'ouldorc knew the time had come for the main course. He pulled Noah down until the monster's weird round and pointy cockhead entered the boyhole. The glans of the monster was gritty and thick, maybe as thick as a can of soda, and Noah complained against the cock-tentacle inside his mouth. Evh'ouldorc pulled Noah a bit more, two more inches of his huge scaly cock was swallowed by Noah's gaping boyhole.

Noah felt pain in his ass, the texture of Baal's cock scaly and gritty, hurting his insides even more. But Baal didn't seem to care, for he pushed and pushed and pushed, the boy feeling like he was going to be split in two. The pain would fade away at moments as the tentacles all over his body inflicted new pain or gave him new pleasure. Before any of them could notice, the whole length of the monster's cock -as long and thick as Noah's forearm- was inside the boy.

'It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!' Noah said telepathically as he was fucked by the massive cock.

For an answer, Evh'ouldorc started moving, his cock pumping in and out of Noah's stretched ass.

'Please, Baal, it hurts!' Noah pleaded.

Evh'ouldorc took no notice, he was finally fucking Noah's sweet boyhole. As Noah complained once again, the rattle tentacle in his second pussy thickened, stretching his hole and inflicting new pain. As he was pumped in the ass and one of his pussies, the thick cock-like appendage fucking his main pussy withdrew. Another appendage went to eye level with Noah so the boy could see it in full detail.

It opened like a carnivore flower split in four petals, and showed Noah its rows of fangs around the petals' contours. At the same time, from within the flower came a sort of tentacle with moving cilia around what seemed to be a cockhead. Along with the cilia, the thing had pincer like-thin moving tentacles. Some more things surrounded the cockhead-like structure, tongue-like slimy things which moved about lasciviously. The cockhead split opened and out came a horse-thick hard structure. Noah remembered, from his biology classes, what a horse cock looked like and realized that it was exactly what he was looking at. The flat glans of the structure, however, had cilia around too. All structures went back inside the flower-like tentacle which moved down with uncanny speed, its four petals sinking its fangs around the boy's main vagina.

If he didn't have two tentacles in his mouth, Noah would've screamed at the new pain. As the flower attached to his main pussy, he felt the pincer-like tentacles biting at his vaginal lips and pulling them apart as they also bit and pulled his foreskin down. The tongue-like slimy things went to his dicklet immediately, licking him all over, as the cock-like structure sank inside his much abused pussy. Once inside, it split open and the horse-like cock started fucking his pussy with a steady rhythm. The rattle-tentacle inside his secondary pussy shifted shapes to resemble a horse cock too, thickening and enlarging as it pumped inside the hole which had now stretched beyond belief.

Evh'ouldorc was in total ecstasy as he fucked the boy's holes with his cock and genital appendages, sucking on the boy's blood, sweat, precum and vaginal juices. His huge balls were now fully loaded and he was getting ready to cum. He felt his Belphagorian sperm moving about his balls as they produced his reproductive cells. He felt the veins in his cock and appendages throbbing in unison as his orgasm approached. Noah was about to be filled with Evh'ouldorc's spunk to become his bitch forever.

Noah was trying his best to adapt to the pace with which all four tentacles wanted to be sucked by his inexperienced mouth. There was pain in his pussies and ass and tits and dicklet and balls and he felt he was very close to feeling that explosion in his groin again.

'The time has come,' Evh'ouldorc said telepathically, 'For you to become one with me.'

Close to his orgasm, all the appendages that had teeth sank them in the boy's tender spots, sucking his blood and forcing him into orgasm. As Noah came, Evh'ouldorc felt the explosion in his balls and started cumming too. Noah opened his eyes wide as all four tentacles in his mouth started spurting. At the same time, both his pussies were filled with hot monster cum. The largest load, however, spurted from the monster's main cock.

Noah started feeling uncomfortable as the monster's cum started filling all the way to his stomach, but he could not complain. The monster load was so large it started overflowing from the boy's mouth and pussies as it also filled his boy stomach. The tentacles in his mouth withdrew and continued to spurt all over Noah's face and hair. Evh'ouldorc's main cock kept spurting liters of monster jizz, so much it pushed beyond the boundaries of Noah's stomach and started spurting from his mouth and nose. As it did, Noah started cumming once again, the flower-tentacle sucking up all the boy's semen.

Once he was done, Evh'ouldorc removed all his sexual organs from Noah who fell into the monster's arms spent and barely conscious. He was cummed all over both on his inside and outside, and Evh'ouldorc sighed holding the boy in his arms. He stood up and took Noah Winters to a side of the cavern in which a slimy gelatinous bed had been improvised. He placed Noah on it and once in place, the bed swallowed the boy leaving only his head free.

'You are now mine and I am yours,' the monster said telepathically.

This time there was no answer, for Noah Winters was deeply asleep.

Epilogue

Captain's log Supplemental

Thanks to Commander G'kharis, Lieutenant Torres and former Lieutenant Alpha who acted promptly in finding out an agent to counteract the biological agent which made us all lose our minds and give in to our primal instincts, we have all been inoculated and saved from ourselves. Before we leave this previously unexplored planet, however, tactical has been working on locating the away team led by Commander Winters in an attempt to rescue Noah Winters, his son, and have so far been unaccounted for.

"Captain," Alpha said from the tactical console, "I have successfully located Cmdr. Winters, Lieutenant Simone and Ensign Tarlik, along with Mister Noah Winters."

"Transfer coordinates to Transporter Room four. Chief Young," Captain Dar said tapping his combadge.

"Lieutenant Alpha is transferring Coordinates on the missing away team."

"Got them Captain," Chief Young said, "Establishing a lock on them."

When a minute had passed with no news, Captain Sykes Dar spoke again, "Chief, have you got a lock on them?"

"Almost, Captain," Chief Young replied, "there's a sort of dampening field fluctuating and preventing me from locking on the away team's signal."

"Can you compensate?" Dar asked.

"Attempting to compensate, Sir."

Sitting before the Ops console, Xenu Second Officer Dyk'Lan G'kharis, looked at the displays and frowned, genuinely surprised by his readings.

"Captain," he said.

"Yes, Mister G'kharis?" Sykes Dar replied.

"It's not a dampening field, Sir. I'm reading a heavy concentration of tachyon particles in the coordinates of the away team, Sir."

"Analyze," Dar said.

"They might be the residue of …" G'kharis interrupted himself looking at his console.

"Commander?" Captain Dar asked

"Sorry, sir," G'kharis said "It's seems to be a fracture of the space-time continuum, sir …"

"It reads as a temporal distortion, Sir," Alpha added from tactical.

"Chief Young," Dar said with urgency, "Get the away team out of there, NOW!"

"The distortion has dissipated, Sir," Alpha said.

All senior staff looked at each other and then at Captain Dar. Sykes Dar, a somber expression on his face sighed and tapped his combadge.

"Have we got them, Chief?" he asked.

"No, sir," Chief Young replied from the other side, "I have lost their signals."

"Mister G'kharis," Captain Dar said, "scan for the away team and any lifeform on the planet surface."

Some minutes passed as Commander G'kharis tapped on his console, time dragging as they all waited.

"Nothing, sir," G'kharis replied, "There's no life-signs on the planet, Sir."

Captain Sykes Dar hit the armrests of his command chair as he cursed. He had the staff continue the search. He refused to believe he had lost his officers in such a stupid way. They would not go missing, not on his watch. Unfortunately, Winters, Simone and Talik, along with Noah Winters and the other individuals trapped by the Belphagorians were not to be heard from again.

Noah Winters opened his eyes and realized he was sleeping in his organic cocoon. His dicklet was hard and he felt the desperation of wanting to cum again. His life had turned into a repeated cycle. He would sleep in his organic cocoon for days, dreaming of being abused by Baal, and then he would wake up to be fucked by Baal. He had grown accustomed to fucking with his best friend and he longed for the monster's touch every time he was awake. Cumming multiple times in Baal's arms had become the best part of his waking hours.

"Baal?" he said.

"I'm here," the Belphagorian replied from the dark and slashed at the organic cocoon.

Noah Winters fell from the cocoon, naked and ready. He walked towards Baal and jumped into his arms. Evh'ouldorc's tongue went for Noah's mouth almost immediately, the boy feeling intoxicated as his friend's breath hit his nostrils.

"Your ship wanted to take you away," the monster said.

"No!" Noah shouted, "Don't let them! Don't let them!"

"Don't worry," he said, "they'll never find you. We're not on the planet anymore."

"Where are we then?" Noah asked as he caressed the monster's face.

"Safe," Evh'ouldorc said as his appendages started running around Noah's body, getting aroused at the sweet scent the boy emanated, "We're safe."

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