by Harry F Rey
He chuckled to himself, then took a glance at the control panel on my machine and increased the speed. I didn’t look at him, just ran faster. His eyes were on me, watching me, trying to figure out what move he should make next. I’d pushed him away before, but somehow, he’d always found a way to get me back.
He increased it more. I met the challenge. My heart really began to pound. I tried to gulp as much air inside me as I could, but my lungs hurt. Even the cage smacked against my legs, my cock flapping the metal around as I ran at full speed.
“Disengaging,” the machine said, cutting the speed in half. It knew my limits, even if he didn’t.
“You’ve been neglecting your training.”
“I’ve been a bit busy, Ukko.”
He shrugged his shoulders and turned away from me, stretching and flexing his body in front of a thin strip of mirrored glass on the wall. I decelerated right down to a jog and stared as the powerful muscles in his back rolled. My cage had never been tighter. I so desperately needed relief.
I juddered to a stop and unclipped my aching legs from the machine. Wobbling a bit, I walked over to him while he did squats. He smiled at me in the mirror. There wasn’t even anything to say. As he stood from a squat, my hand caught his shorts and pulled them, exposing his hard, round ass.
Knowing we had little time, he immediately bent forward and I sank to my knees. The smell of his sweaty ass made my cock ache against the metal. I licked the sweat from the small of his back before spreading his cheeks apart and plunging my tongue into his hairless hole.
Ukko tried to muffle his moans, but I got the better of him as I brought a hand up to stroke his balls that, due to the cold, were tightly bound to his body. My tongue licked farther underneath him. I gave each ball a suck before flipping myself around and sitting on the floor in front of his fully formed cock.
If I had to compare, then Ukko beat Turo on thickness. Boren, of course, had been practically double the size of Ukko, but then Boren had biology on his side. My mouth opened as he half squatted and aimed straight for his target. I wondered about Turo and Ukko together, passing me between them. I pulsed against my cage at the thought of Turo taking control of Ukko, of Boren even. The limit of his power as unknown to me as the worlds beyond our galaxy.
I gagged with Ukko so far down my throat. At least at first. But it helped to remind me of my place. It was true I didn’t call my own shots anymore. Being a commander of the Union fleet engaged in a complex conflict across the Outer Verge had sucked my freedom and curtailed my actions as much as the citanium cage my cock yearned to be free of. But when being used as a hole for the sheer pleasure of Ukko or Turo or whoever else I decided upon, it gave me a sense of purpose in this mad, mad universe.
Ukko pummeled my throat, holding onto the back of my head to drag me inward, forcing as much cock inside me as possible. At least if I could please these men, then I had meaning in life. Ukko making me choke and struggle for breath was all the meaning I needed.
Conscious of the time, Ukko withdrew. He let me catch my breath for a moment before sliding his hands under my arms and lifting me clean off the ground. He turned me around, and I pulled my shorts to my knees and lifted my shirt backward over my head.
His hand grabbed my abdomen and bent me over. The damn citanium cage seemed to react to what was happening and tightened itself around me even more, my body again ready to explode. He spat once onto his cock, still wet from my throat, and pulled one ass cheek apart with a strong grip of his thumb and finger.
With only a grunt, the head of his cock pushed against my hole, which instinctively clamped shut. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as he penetrated me.
I was in love with it, the sensation. Someone moving inside me, using me, finishing, and then pulling out, zipping up, and leaving like it had never happened. It made me feel like everything and nothing all at once. Or at least it used to. Now everything had changed. I wasn’t nothing anymore, and this was something. I belonged to Turo, many rungs above Ukko. But, like my cock struggling against its cage, I wanted to test my constraints, find out the extent of my power. How much did my ass really mean to him, to Turo, to anyone?
His hand played with the citanium, and I could sense the dullness of his touch through the metal. He grabbed onto my balls and pulled as he slammed his dick inside me, every thrust getting harder. The fuck was dry, full of friction, full of power. As if he was tearing up my insides like a butcher tenderizing a piece of meat.
Ukko’s fucks became quicker; I knew he was close. I wasn’t anywhere near, but being a repository for him would be all the satisfaction I needed right now. My mind jumped back six months, to the time I had waited for hours and hours, alone on Baldomar station. Drinking orange rocket fuel as heteros fought each other. How powerless I’d been then, how much of a nothing. Like Ukko had erased my entire sense of self, his callous disregard for me undermining my whole sense of being—a person who mattered in the universe and actually had an impact on other living beings.
He pushed inside harder and quicker. I reached around and slapped his ass cheek, pulling him deeper inside, wanting to feel every piece of him and try to black out that memory from six months ago. He began to pant. He bit down on my neck and groaned through gritted teeth. His balls contracted against my skin, his cock expanded inside me as he pumped his load into my ass. My ass that didn’t belong to him. That I’d given him for nothing.
He puffed air out of his cheeks and withdrew from my hole. The void in me returned, yet I was at least a little more satisfied than before. I pulled my shorts up and turned back as he wiped his cock off and put it away.
“Enjoy?” I asked, leaning against the wall.
“Sure.” He smiled at me.
“You want more?”
“I’m sure I will, yeah.”
“So maybe we can help each other out?” I said, stepping forward and placing a hand on his still sweaty chest. “You’ll do me a favor.” I grinned, and his smile grew wider. “Then you’ll do me.” I brushed my hand across his face, damp and hot.
“What do you need?”
“How many of Svandor’s priests are still in custody?” I asked, edging away from him and into the breeze of a cooling unit.
“Around a thousand, I think. They’re being interrogated and released in batches.”
“There’s one, from Jansen City, called Agron. He worked in a school about ten years ago, maybe he still does.”
Ukko nodded.
“I need you to find him and take him somewhere cold, outside. A moon, the mountains, a frozen lake, I don’t care. Take him there, put him on his knees, and slit his throat. Tell him…” I sucked in a breath. “Tell him it’s for Jally.”
Ukko stared at me. Seconds ticked on to nearly a minute, with no sound but the constant hum of the ship.
I said nothing to break it.
“Consider it done.” Ukko said, as plain as if I’d asked for the time.
“Good. See you around, Lieutenant.”
“Commander.”
I left him in the training room. A sense of deep satisfaction washed over me as I walked through the corridors of the ship. Of my ship.
“HEY.”
I awoke to Turo standing over me with a glass of Lactarian malt, the three-thousand-year-old kind. He’d procured a bottle for times of celebration. His tunic smelled like the cold outside of rocky terrain. I hugged him and pressed my face close to warm him up.
“How was your trip? Are the production targets working? I’m worried we’re expecting too much from the outer moons. I put Zelo in charge, but I don’t know if she’s been able to fix the conditions the workers were complaining about—”
“Shh,” he whispered, handing me the glass and sitting on the bed. “That’s not important now. It’s time to celebrate.”
I smiled at him. “Why is that?”
Turo spoke into his wrist-tech. “Ensign, repeat the status of the Teva.”
“Yes, Admiral,” my bridge of
ficer said over the comms unit. “A positive signal has been received from the Teva, and we have confirmed its location on the star map. The experiment was a success. The ship has successfully created its own slipstream and traveled to a new galaxy.”
Turo pulled off the wrist-tech and let it drop to the floor. His hand brushed my face; his eyes were as deep as galaxies. They shined with adventure.
“You need to remember this moment, Ales. How many times do we get to stand on the edge of the undiscovered? How many people have the chance to stand on a new world and walk on unwalked ground? To sail on unsailed seas? To touch what’s never been touched before?”
He turned his gaze to the window, into the blackness. “Out there is infinite possibility.”
I took a big, long sip of the malt while Turo undid his trousers and pulled out his cock. He began to stroke it, getting it hard for me while he pulled back the bedcovers to expose my body. He took in an eyeful. I pulled my knees in, exposing my hole to him, which got him hard in a second. I wondered how much of Ukko was still left inside me.
“You’ve done well, Ales. Very well.”
Turo undid my cage. We kissed. Freedom had never tasted so good.
About the Author
Harry F. Rey is an author and lover of gay-themed stories with a powerful punch. His works include The Cruising Chronicles, The Road Home: A Decade of Gay Poetry and the royal romance series The Line of Succession.
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