"Yeah, Erik?"
"Trouble. Engine's quitting."
"Is the sucker sick again?" asked Chon, glancing at his fellow Space Ranger in the pilot's seat, then at the atmosphere flier's instrument panel, where a dozen lights flickered wildly.
"Isn't sick -- it's dead," growled the blond pilot, wrestling with the controls. "Hold on!"
Chon felt the engine shudder, felt the little flier drop planetwards. They skimmed over one giant tree's foliage, slid under another's branches, side-slipped around the trunk of a third. Somehow, Erik found a slot in the forest below, dropped the scout ship into it, and crunched into a tangle of fern.
Chon relaxed with a sigh. "Not many guys could do that good a dead-stick landing, stud. You didn't even dent the sucker."
Erik grinned as he released his harness. "Lucky -- this time."
"Yeah? More than just fucking luck." Chon sniffed the outside air; a breeze rustled the trees overhead and brought dank jungle smells into the two-man scout-ship's cabin. "Lots more." He opened his own safety harness, pulled his jacket open, and shrugged it off his wide shoulders. "Now what?"
"Day or so, somebody back at base'll notice we're not back. Send a pick-up crew, couple of mechanics, and get the flier back good as new." Erik sniffed, took a deep breath, then shucked his jacket, pulled his undershirt up and off his muscle-sheathed torso, and started opening his trousers.
"Yeah? And us?" Chon loosened his boots, stood up, and tossed his own undershirt aside. He kicked off his boots, dropped trousers and shorts in a tangle, and stepped free.
"They've been a lot luckier finding fliers than crews, I hear," said Erik.
As Chon watched, the blond Space Ranger pushed his shorts down till they hung up on his stiffening cock. Erik bent to unsnag his shorts, tossed them aside, then straightened up.
Now completely naked, Chon looked down at his own virile shaft. For a moment, both men watched it surge to full erection. Chon put both hands on the thick layer of muscle that crossed his chest. He slid his hands down his torso, feeling his abdominals tense into a concave ripple under his fingers. "Erik?"
"Yeah, stud?"
"Why'd you strip just now?"
"Damned if I know. Something -- important?" The blond Hercules reached down to grip his own outthrust prong. "Getting ready for -- something." He grinned suddenly, studying Chon's erection. "Some spike ya got there, stud."
"Whatever it is ..." Chon frowned, studying Erik's naked physique. "I'm still wearing my watch, though."
"I didn't take off my ID bracelet, either."
"That doesn't seem to make any fucking difference to whatever -- well, wherever the fuck we're going, I think we better get ourselves and our hard-ons there in a hurry.
"Think you're right." said Erik. "Let's orbit." He opened the side hatch and swung himself out and onto the ground; Chon followed close behind. They pushed through the ferns that filled the narrow clearing and emerged on open ground under the jungle canopy.
In the cool, green shadow, Chon was suddenly sure they had to go that way; he set off at a trot, with blond Erik as his side, weaving to avoid trees, now and again leaping a fallen trunk. As the two Space Rangers hurried across the jungle floor, moving air brushed Chon's bare skin, his stiff prong jiggled, and his balls bounced and swung with every pace, all reminding Chon of his own and Erik's nakedness.
"Chon?"
"Yeah?"
"Figured out where we're going yet?"
"It fucking feels like --" Chon trotted silently for a moment, groping for words. "It feels -- I'm guessing, but we -- we must be going to met a couple of snatches up ahead. That must be why we're already buck naked and ready for action."
"Up hard and ready to start drilling? That sounds right. It won't take me long to shoot, once I plug in and start pumping."
"And as fucking horny as I'm feeling now ..." Chon glanced at his fellow Space Ranger's naked body and licked his lips.
The muscular blond saw Chon's look and grinned, then said, "Know what ya mean, stud; know what ya mean. If we don't get there pretty soon ..."
"Only -- I've got the fucking feeling this is it!" Chon stopped at the edge of a gap in the trees. Overhead, the jungle canopy arched into a grey-green vault, pierced by a few shafts of sunlight. Fluted columns upheld the vault, ancient trees reaching for the sky. Chon took a deep breath; the air was touched with mold and decay, with a hint of something enticing. Foliage rustled, barely breaking the silence. Erik seemed a glowing, ivory statue alongside, motionless but for his quivering shaft. An eddy of dank air touched Chon's naked torso; underfoot -- Chon glanced down, wiggled his bare toes -- a spreading plant carpeted the forest floor with its leaves. In the center of the open space, the dark leaves curved up to form three spheres, each a half-meter in diameter. Chon stopped beside one; Erik, beside another.
"Now what?" asked Erik.
"Fucked if I know." Chon ran his fingers through his hair, then reached down to stroke his hard shaft. "Those things look like giant onions, only dark green, instead of ..."
"Or tulips. Giant flowers, maybe?"
"Whatever."
Chon fingered his iron-hard prong again. Inside, deep in the roots of his shaft, a load was building up, slowly coming to a boil, while he and the big, blond Space Ranger wait, naked and ready for ... what? Chon asked, "This is the right place, isn't it?"
"Feels like it, okay. And women never are on time, so that's okay. But ..."
"Yeah." Chon scratched the base of his quivering shaft. "There might be just one, you know."
"Just one?" Erik shrugged powerful shoulders. "Could take turns. Hot as I am now, I'd probably shoot, just watching."
"Me too."
"Could make a snatch sandwich -- one of us plugging her from the front while the other one spikes her ass. I knew one skirt who liked taking two prongs in her cunt at once. Both studs had to be pretty long to make it work, but once you got in -- you'd be rubbing against the other stud's prong and feeling him getting hot while he rubs his prong against yours -- damn, Chon, you're getting me hot."
"You're the sucker that's talking."
"Well, okay." Erik rubbed his thick, hard pectoral muscles. "But if we shoot our loads now, we can make it last longer when they -- or she -- does show."
"Well, yeah." Chon patted his own broad chest. "And we're both sure fucking long enough to reach. But we're both pretty thick, too, and if she isn't that big ..."
"Maybe get her to ride one prong and suck on the other? Then we could just relax and watch the action. Or, if one stud's on top --" Erik paused, ran his gaze slowly down Chon's muscular body. "-- could suck while he's fucking."
Chon took a careful breath. "Ever ... try it that way?"
"Sure." Erik licked his lips. "What is a real turn-on is being in the middle of a three-way, getting fucked in the butt while you're fucking the one who's on the bottom of the stack."
"Yeah?" Chon felt a touch on his ankle and looked down. The ball of leaves beside him was opening, displaying a scarlet interior: a giant flower. At the very center, yellow tendrils writhed. He moved a pace to one side, and the giant blossom began to flatten itself on the ground.
Erik's leaf-ball was opening too; the muscular blond moved aside to give it room. He stroked his hard shaft, then looked up and met Chon's gaze. "Getting spiked in the roots of your own prong while you're fucking a tight hole -- it can really hurt, going in, but once you get used to it -- wild; stud, real wild."
"Yeah -- it would be."
"Chon?"
"Yeah?"
"Want to try it?" Erik asked.
"I -- I dunno. You're pretty fucking thick -- and long."
"So are you, stud."
Chon bit his lower lip. "And with no fucking way to grease ourselves up before we start ..."
"And just the two of us ..." The muscular blond looked down and touched his shaft.
"Yeah."
Erik suddenly looked up and met Chon's gaze. "We could --"
"Yeah?"
"-- suck each other off instead."
"Yeah!" Chon took a step toward Erik, hesitated, then reached for Erik's prong as the blond's hand closed on Chon's own shaft. After a moment of mutual exploration, they knelt on the leaves and stretched out, mouth to crotch, lips to glans. Chon nuzzled Erik's prong; warm wetness engulfed his own shaft; and then Chon filled his mouth with Erik's hard meat.
As hungry suction took Chon's prong deeper into Erik, Chon sucked hard on the blond's long, thick shaft. Chon felt the warmth of Erik's muscles against his own, tasted a hint of salt in the cleft of Erik's glans ... and as Chon sucked, he split his attention between Erik's shaft and what Erik was doing to Chon's: sucking -- being sucked -- sucking harder -- faster. Chon's eruption was coming; he sensed Erik's was too. Chon pulled back off Erik's quivering shaft and raised his head.
"Erik?"
The big blond released Chon's prong. "Getting close?" asked Erik.
"Yeah. You too?"
Erik raised his head, met Chon's gaze, and grinned. "Real close. Wanta wait?"
"Just a second." Chon felt Erik's naked body against his own as they both breathed deeply for a moment.
"Ready?"
"Yeah!" Chon felt suction take his glans; he steadied Erik's shaft, took it deep, closed his mouth, and sucked. A few strokes later, and Chon was there, muscles locked, organs erupting, boiling over, spurting his load into Erik. Seconds later, Chon felt Erik go rigid, felt the shaft between his teeth pump a long, hot jet of cream that filled Chon's mouth. He swallowed and sucked for more as he emptied his own glands into Erik's hungry mouth.
For a few moments, they lay motionless. Chon remembered to breathe, felt Erik do the same. Chon's prong was still iron hard; Erik's was too. Slowly -- almost reluctantly -- Chon pulled back and off Erik's shaft; a moment later, he felt, then watched Erik release Chon's own.
"Whee," said Chon, sitting up. "I needed that."
"Me too." Erik sat up, grinned, and licked his lips. "How'd I taste?"
"Well --" Chon licked his own lips; traces of salty bitterness lingered in his mouth. "I probably taste just as fucking bad. Fun swapping loads, though."
"Same here." Erik's hands strayed to his prong, still rigidly erect, and he was suddenly alert again, looking down at his shaft.
Chon touched his own shaft. "Fuck, Erik; I'm still up."
"Me too." Erik shrugged his thick shoulders. "We're just a couple of real lusty studs."
"We're not that fucking lusty," growled Chon. "At least, I never was before." He bent his shaft down, let go, and watched it snap erect again. "Fuck, Erik; I could take that snatch right now, if only she were here."
"Want to swap loads again, sucking?"
Chon stood up and stretched. The skin of his shaft was wet, the moving air cool against it; inside, his shaft was hot and hard and ready. "Not -- not really. But if some-fucking-body showed up with an oil can ..."
Erik got to his feet. The naked pair studied each other for a moment.
Chon turned to look around the clearing. "Still no snatch," he said, scratching his head. He glanced at Erik, imagined the blond's muscular body arched over Chon, imagined that long, hard shaft impaling his own body. The image was tempting, but ...
"But there's still no oil." The blond Space Ranger was moving, step by slow step, onto one of the big flowers.
Chon was almost half-way to the center of the other opened blossom. "Well, if it isn't snatch we're here for, why the fuck are we naked like this, anyway?" He stopped in the very center of the other giant blossom and turned to face Erik, who stood in the middle of his blossom, ignoring the tendrils warapping themselves around his feet. Chon felt tendrils squirm under and around his own feet, but he told himself firmly, nothing to pay any attention to.
"With hard-ons that won't go down?" Erik asked. "And since we're not fucking or bathing or getting a medical exam, how come we're naked, anyway?"
Chon watched the petals of Erik's flower as they slowly rose, closing around the blond's powerful calves. Then Chon glanced down to see his flower's petals close around his own legs, until petals gripped him from feet to knees. But that's not important, Chon told himself. He glanced at Erik again; the blond Space Ranger's flower had clamped itself around Erik's legs, holding him as firmly as Chon's flower held Chon.
Erik said, "What else? Strip for swimming -- strip almost all the way for a body-building contest." He raised both arms into a muscle-straining pose that made him look altogether magnificent. "I just -- just don't know."
"Yeah? I'm starting to get an idea -- and I don't like it."
"Maybe I am too."
"Yeah?" asked Chon.
"Medical exams -- physique contests -- showing our muscles -- showing off our meat --" Erik rubbed his taut pectorals.
"Meat?"
"Meat. As in `eat'."
"We been fucked!" Chon stared down in horror at the green petals, now clamped tightly around his legs. Inside the petals, he felt the tendrils licking his feet, shins and calves, licking harder, wearing away the skin ... He grabbed a petal-tip, tried to move it, then straightened up with a growl. "Too fucking strong."
"Else it won't let us really put some muscle into getting loose." Erik quit trying to pry one of the petals that gripped his own legs.
"Fucker somehow got to us all the way back in the fucking flier and made us strip down and stiffen up -- do you think it had anything to do with the crash?"
Erik laughed. "Way those engines break down, wouldn't have to." He sighed. "Some kind of telepathy ..."
"Yeah. Or something in the air. Either way, I think it's planning to eat us alive, feet first." Chon stroked his rigid cock. "I wonder why the fuck it made us get hard-ons, though."
The blond pilot pumped his own shaft for a couple of strokes. "Keep us from noticing what we were doing? Maybe it works better on studs with some sexy thoughts thrown in. Or it just wanted us to have some fun before it eats us." He grinned. "Wonder if it would have let us suck each other off again?"
"Maybe that's why we didn't." Chon bit his lip, then said, "I -- I could sure see swinging on your prong for another round, big guy."
"Or taking turns, riding each other?"
"Yeah!" Chon's face relaxed into a grin. "Maybe the fuckers just want our prongs nice and hard when it eats them."
"Getting used to the idea of being -- eaten?"
"Well -- yeah." Chon shrugged his thick shoulders. "It's -- fuck! -- it's kind like watching you take my prong into your mouth -- feeling you start to suck -- feeling your teeth slide along my meat -- knowing that you could bite down hard and really eat me -- and when I did come, I could feel you swallow what I was fed you -- swallowing some of me." He slapped the petals that covered his legs. "How 'bout you?"
"Can't do anything about it, so I might as well -- no, that's not it either." Erik pumped his shaft another stroke, then crossed his arms over his chest. "Sexy, sure; watching my shaft slide into your mouth, or sinking my shaft into a stud, feeling him take me, pumping my load into him and feeling him take that too."
"I know what you mean," said Chon. "It's like knowing somebody really likes you, likes the fucking way you're built and likes the fucking way you're hung, likes you enough to drink your fucking juices and suck on your -- your meat."
"Now, I'm watching this thing eat you ..." Erik looked down and grinned ruefully. "... and eat me, too." He shook his blond head ruefully. "Know what we're doing, stud? We're trying to make ourselves like getting eaten."
Chon grinned back. "So?"
"Well, if it's fun, might as well go for it."
"Yeah?" Chon frowned. "Good thing you never landed on Arnax IV. They have vampires on that planet -- real fucking blood- suckers. It's a fun way to go, sure, but it's a fucking weird way to keep from over-populating the place."
"Vampires?" Erik asked. "Guys that prey by night and bite people in the neck?"
Chon shook his head. "These are day-time vampires, and it's not your neck they go for.
"Anyway, me and Marc had ground time in the planet's main
port; and we were just strolling through town... ." As he
talked, Chon brought the scene to life again:
Warm sunlight, a dusty footpath through the park under Chon's boots, the crisp touch of vinegar and mint in the air from the trees, and happy shouts from somewhere ahead. Marc and Chon turned off the path and pushed through the screen of trees toward the activity, then stopped to watch a dozen or so naked, muscular young men who dashed and circled and chased each other in a spirited game. A soccer-sized ball bounced free of the the scrimmage, across a line in the turf, and toward Chon, who caught it, then waited to see who called for it."Here," said one player, a curly-haired youth. He caught the ball, asked, "Wanta play?"
Chon met Marc's glance; they nodded wordlessly to each other, then turned back to the youth. "Sure. Uh ..."
"Okay. I'm Ty. You?"
"Chon. And this guy's Marc."
"Y' know the rules?" asked another naked player.
Chon shook his head. "Nope."
"They're simple," said curly-haired Ty, and pointed at Chon. "You try to get the ball that way." He waved his hand at one end of the field, then pointed at Marc. "And you're trying to move it the other way. Everybody tries to stop you. Grab a stud's nuts, he's gotta toss the ball away. No fair squeezing -- at least not too hard. Got it? Come on -- it's fun."
Chon and Marc stripped and dashed into the fray. Chon quickly decided it was fun: lots of laughing; now and then a sudden pile-up of squirming, naked bodies; and lots of groping for each others' nuts. Suddenly, at a shout of "foul," everyone stopped and watched as one young stud made a come-and-get-it gesture. A second stud advanced, put his hand on the first stud's nuts, and squeezed.
"What gives?" Chon asked Ty.
"It's a foul if you squeeze too hard. He gets to squeeze back."
"Who calls the fouls? Is there a referee?"
"That's just for real contests; we're just having fun. Stud that did the foul's gotta call it. Come on -- let's move!"
Finally, someone scored a goal, and the game was over. The laughing young man that scored picked out four players from the losing team, who promply started working up erections. In a few moments, the scorer was on his knees, sucking off the first prong to get hard.
Chon found the curly-haired youth, asked, "How come it's the winner who -- you know ... ?"
Ty laughed. "Stud that scores gets fed, and he decides who feeds him. How else would ya do it?"
"Uh -- I dunno, come to think of it."
Marc said, "We've got some shore time -- just -- you know -- looking the place over -- seeing what's interesting."
"Yeah? Ever see a stud feed himself to a vampire?"
Chon shook his head; Marc said, "Nope."
"Want to?"
Chon swallowed hard, then said, "Sure."
Marc asked, "But just watching. They're not ... I mean, if we --"
Ty laughed. "You're safe; ya gotta make an appointment beforehand to feed one, 'least that's the way in towns like this one. Out in the country, they have regular circuits; and ya just drop in and see if they're hungry. I got an appointment, so if you two studs wanta come along and watch ..."
"You?" asked Chon, letting his gaze run down Ty's muscular physique, then back up to the youth's face. "But ..."
Ty shrugged his shoulders. "Tried to get into the Space Rangers. Not good enough; failed the exams three times. So --" He gestured toward the far side of the park. "Grab your clothes and come on. Their place is just past those bushes."
Two young men from the game caught up with Ty and the Space Rangers. Ty asked, "Are you guys going to watch Ty feed the vampires too?"
One stopped, wide-eyed, then laughed. Ty put his arm around the second man's broad shoulders and said, "Well, kind of. I'm scheduled to feed Vladaslav, and Draco, his partner, probably has a stud of his own lined up."
"They you're ... ?"
"Sure am," said Draco. "We both are. One of your studs signed up to feed me today." He pointed to a Space Ranger sitting by a cottage some twenty meters ahead. "Probably him."
As the waiting man scrambled to his feet, Chon recognized him: a shipmate, Steve.
"Hope I haven't kept you waiting," said Draco, "but the game --"
"-- lasted longer than we thought it would," Vladaslav finished.
"No problem," said Steve. "I'm early. Hi, Chon; hi, Marc. What the fuck are you guys doing here?"
Chon put his right hand on Ty's shoulder. "This is Ty; he invited us to watch him -- you know --"
"Yeah." Steve took a deep breath. "So -- who ... ?"
Chon said, "This is Vladislav." Chon patted the naked vampire's back. "Ty's going to feed him."
Steve shook Ty's hand, then Vladislav's. "Then this other guy must be ... ?"
"Draco," Chon said. "He's the one --"
"-- who's gonna work on me?" Steve shook hands with Draco. "Hi, Draco." He chuckled suddenly. "Hey, I'm not used to being introduced to somebody who's gonna to have me for lunch."
Draco grinned. "We're used to it."
"Yeah, you would be. Might as well get -- ready." He shrugged off his uniform jacket, folded it carefully, and continued to strip while Vladislav and Ty trotted off to the cottage.
"If you don't mind me asking --" Marc said.
Steve managed a wry grin. "I'm fed up with being a Space Ranger, and this sounds like a fun way to drop out of orbit, so I'm gonna try it. That's not the only reason, but ..."
"I -- I see." Chon licked his lips. "-- Ty's here 'cause he can't get into the Space Rangers."
"Yeah?" Steve shucked the last of his uniform from his muscular body, straightened up, and tugged at his stiffening shaft. "Anyway, here I am."
"And here we are," announced Ty, as he and Vladislav returned with a couple of padded mats, each about one meter wide and two long. They unrolled the mats on a level patch of ground.
Ty straightened up and started to pump his shaft with his right hand. Chon felt his own prong surge as he watched. In a moment, Ty's hard-on matched Steve's.
"Now, we're both ready to go," Ty said.
"Yeah!" Steve licked his lips, blushed, then grinned. "Yeah." He bent over his neatly piled uniform, picked up his Space Ranger cap. "But first ..." He turned and put his cap firmly on Ty's head. "There. How's that?"
"Hey, wow!"
"Now ..." Steve turned to his discarded clothes again, but Marc was already there, pulling out Steve's broad leather belt. Marc and Steve quickly tightened the black leather around Ty's lean waist. "Okay, kid?"
"More wow!" The curly-haired young man hooked his thumbs in the belt, struck a pose, then another. "And how's that?"
"Great," said Chon, "Especially the way your cock- tip comes up right in front of the belt-buckle." He glanced down at his own rigid prong.
"Yeah," Steve agreed. "Uh -- now that we're ready -- just how do we -- feed you?"
Vladislav looked up from the mats, which he was pulling closer together. "Show them, Draco."
"Here -- feel," said Draco, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. "Go ahead -- that's it," he went on as Steve, Marc, and then Chon moved close.
Chon, feeling very daring, touched Vladislav's tongue with his index finger. A dozen needle-sharp points dug into Chon's finger, then withdrew. The Space Ranger pulled his finger out, held it up for a close look, and saw droplets of blood forming on his skin.
Draco said, "When I take Steve's prong in my mouth, I'll open him up with those teeth and then start sucking."
Steve paled, but he stayed hard as Draco touched the Space Ranger's shaft, stroked it gently, then bent it down to match its length with Draco's own shaft, glans to base, hilt to tip. "That's a nice, thick hunk of meat you have there," said Draco.
"Yeah?" Steve stroked his broad chest. "I -- I just hope I can keep it hard while you -- take me."
"Don't worry about that," Draco laughed. "I'll suck hard enough to keep you good and stiff, especially since we worked up a good appetite, playing squeeze-balls with your pals," Draco said, putting his hands on Chon's and Marc's shoulders.
Chon said, "You better not be too hungry: me and Marc, we're just here to watch, not to ..."
Draco laughed as he measured the length of his prong against Chon's, then Marc's. He said, "Well, you two would make a nice meal, sure; but Ty and Steve will take care of us for now.
"I'll go first," said Ty. He knelt on a mat, rolled onto his back, and propped up his shoulders on his elbows to watch. Vladislav lowered his torso onto Ty's legs, steadied Ty's shaft with his right hand, and went down all the way to the hilt.
"This is great," Ty sighed, squirming as he looked up. "He's already started working on me -- I don't have to do anything: just lie here and -- and feel him -- ah! Now he's sucking -- sucking hard, too. Hey, you are one great cocksucker!"
The vampire raised his head and grinned. "I think I'm going to get some ball-juice out of you, too."
"That's right," said Ty, as Vladislav engulfed Ty's shaft again. "You're really turning me on."
"Yeah?" Steve stroked his own quivering prong. "Well, slow down so I can catch up." He turned to Draco, said, "Let's get our countdown started." In a moment, they were stretched out on a padded mat beside Ty and Vladislav. Chon saw Steve prop his shoulders and upper torso up on his elbows to watch his shaft disappear into Draco's mouth. Steve thrust upward for a few strokes, then relaxed with a sigh.
"Is that -- are you opening up my cock now?" Steve asked.
Draco nodded; after a moment, he released Steve's prong and raised his head. "How does it feel?"
"Wild, stud, real wild."
"Good." Draco took Steve's prong to the hilt again.
Steve reported: "Now it feels like -- like you're just -- you know -- sucking. I don't know whether to try and make it last, or go the fuck ahead and shoot." He took a deep breath, thrust upward with his hips and shaft. "Only -- I don't think -- I -- can -- hold -- back."
Chon saw both Steve and Ty thrust, thrust again, and go rigid, then slowly relax.
"Did you?" Marc asked.
"Yeah," sighed Steve.
"So did I," Ty said.
Steve looked up. "Draco's still sucking -- and the suction's keeping me up and hard. I'm gonna feed him another shot of fucking cream real soon. Hey, guys: you both got hard-ons, so how 'bout feeding me and Ty with a few shots of your ball juice?"
Chon watched Ty take Marc's shaft, then knelt at Steve's head and offered his own. At first, Steve sucked awkwardly, but with an almost desperate eagerness that quickly brought Chon to climax. Chon and Marc rested a few minutes, swapped partners, and let Ty and Steve take them off again. Between rounds, they chatted quietly with Steve and Ty, while the two vampires continued to feed, now and again raising their heads to join the conversation, then going down onto their victims again.
"And if Ty and Steve hadn't sucked me and Marc so fucking dry while the two vampires were sucking them ..." Chon took a deep breath, remembering two eager studs taking turns, sucking his prong and Marc's as they fucked; remembering two pairs of squirming bodies; saw again in his mind Ty and Steve gradually paling, finally relaxing ...
"That --" Erik licked his lips and rubbed his muscle-plated chest. "-- that would be a fun way to go. Like you said -- maybe it is a good thing I never landed there."
"Did you ever run into anything like that?"
"Well, there was a trip on the Renown that was pretty wild.
"The battle cruiser that --"
"-- that one, yeah" said the blond Space Ranger. "That trip, too.
"My Squadron had landed on a planet out near the Rim to train for a deep-secret special operation. Living off on the rations we brought with us, 'cause we couldn't eat anything that grew there. But then, nothing on planet could eat us, either, which made it better than some planets I've been on --"
"-- like this one," said Chon.
"Well, yeah," Erik said. "But some kind of fungus we weren't expecting ate our uniforms right off our backs. Training naked was kind of fun; but the fungus got into the stuff our rations were wrapped in, and they all went bad. Starting to get real hungry when the Renown came to pick us up.
"Problem was, Renown's stasis-lockers broke down on the trip out, and all the food in 'em had spoiled. They were planning to use our rations on the trip back, and we were planning to use theirs, but ...
"Our General Sanchez and Captain Hood from the Renown decided that if the Renown took us all on board and then headed straight for the nearest base, we'd all be so starved by the time we got there that we couldn't carry out the special operation we'd been training for.
"Captain Hood said it was up to the Space Patrol to deliver us in good condition, and since the crew of the Renown was the only thing edible aboard, ... Then General Sanchez insisted that his troops -- us -- were just as good to eat as the ship's crew, and we probably had more meat on us, too; and there certainly weren't enough crewmen to feed us and and handle the ship properly, so if we ran into trouble, ...
"While those two were arguing, our Deputy Commander and their Executive Officer calculated out that if we ate just fifteen percent of the crew and fifteen percent of us soldiers along the way, there'd be enough crew left over to run the ship and enough of us to do what we were supposed to when we got there.
"General Sanchez and Captain Hood checked the figures, and they agreed it would work. Our General said a lottery might be okay to pick who got eaten, but Space Rangers all had the balls to volunteer as needed. Captain Hood said his crew's balls were just as big as ours, and what's more, he was volunteering to be eaten as soon as we launched into space. And, since all of us Rangers were naked, he said that his crew would strip down too, just to remind everybody we were all in this together. And then he stripped, coming out of his uniform with his prong already half-way up.
"Of course, General Sanchez volunteered too. While the crew were stripping, one of them -- a real good-looking stud, too -- offered to service Sanchez's prong before he went to the kitchen. Then I offered to take care of Captain Hood the same way, and then ... we did, right after we boarded ship and the ship took off.
"After the Captain and the General had been cooked and eaten, our Deputy Commander and the ship's Executive Officer took over. Without coming right out and saying so, they let us know that, since we were all in this together, sex was okay so long as we didn't pair up and go steady. And since everybody was naked, it was real easy to bring up the subject, so to speak."
"Keeping the kitchen stocked didn't turn out to be a problem. If anyone started to fatten up, his buddies would talk him into volunteering. Building hard muscle was okay, though; that and being naked were real incentives to work out in the ship's gym. And a few studs who got too hard to get along with got talked into being eaten too. Mostly, though, studs would volunteer just to show they were brave enough to. So, with lots of exercise and lots of sex and plenty of fresh meat, everyone left uneaten at the end of the trip was in great shape."
"Yeah, I can imagine." Chon studied Erik for a moment. "I was thinking, though -- guys keep an eye on a muscle-jock like you, and some of them would be jealous of how fucking well-built and heavy-hung you are."
Erik grinned. "Speaking from experience? You're a well-hung muscle-stud yourself."
"Yeah, yeah; I know; but weren't you afraid your buddies would start thinking about how much meat you could put on the fucking table?"
Erik rubbed his thick pectoral muscles, suddenly solemn. "Yeah. Had to be careful -- real careful. Some muscle-jocks let everybody know they looked down on any stud not built as good as they were; but they'd get invited to visit the kitchen. As for me, I worked hard to make friends with everybody -- soon as I saw a guy look me over, I'd tell him how good he was built and then invite him to feel me up a bit. Even joked about how much meat I could put on the table; got that out in the open before someone else did. Any stud who looked interested, I'd let him know I was available -- and I wouldn't ask him to get fucked if he was afraid my prong was too big for him to handle." Erik chuckled. "Usually, a stud wanted to prove he had balls to try and take me, and once my glans was inside his butt ... anyway, I made out pretty good.
"Important thing: letting studs know I wouldn't turn them down if they asked for a fuck -- or a suck. Once they knew that, we got along real well. Got in lots of sex in the ship's gym, crazy stuff like muscle-posing while I'm spitted on a stud's prong, or bench-pressing while he's sitting on mine."
Chon asked, "How'd you handle it when you'd just shot your load and another guy showed up wanting to bring you off again?"
"Luckily I can stiffen up again pretty quick after a round. I'd level with the stud, tell him I'd just been drained, then tell him I'd bring him off while I was re-charging, unless he'd rather work on me until something happened.
"Getting studs to like me -- it was hard work at first till I learned how. Then the problem was to keep studs from getting to like me too much; that's when I started match-making; grabbing a couple of studs who were after my butt or my prong, and introducing them to each other -- like a body-builder crewman who liked getting fucked and a long-pronged Ranger with a real slow fuze -- or organizing three-ways and mini-orgies. It was fun, yeah; but -- Hey! what's that?"
"That's a fucking who, not a what," said Chon as movement among the shadowed trees became a familiar -- but now naked -- figure. "Major! What the fuck are you doing here, sir?"
And the Space Rangers' commanding officer, Major Johansen, as naked and hard-cocked -- and as muscular and well-hung -- as Chon and Erik, strolled from the shadows and stopped beside the third leafy sphere.
"I'll be fucked if I know," said the Major. "What about you two? You look like you're waiting for somebody to unload your balls."
"If you're willing, sir... ." Chon made a `help yourself' gesture at his rigid shaft, then watched in amazement as the muscular officer strode to Chon, knelt, leaned forward, and closed his lips around Chon's glans. "Sir -- I didn't mean -- aaah! That's good, real fucking -- aaaaa!"
A few strokes brought Chon to the brink. He put both hands on the naked officer's broad shoulders, slowly pumped his hips in time with the Major's bobbing head. "Wait -- too soon -- not yet," Chon gasped.
The naked Major sat back on his heels. "That better?"
"Yeah -- I mean, yes sir. You -- you are good."
"It's been a long time since I --" the naked officer licked his lips. "A long time. Ready for me to finish you off?"
Chon nodded wordlessly, watched his prong disappear into the Major's mouth, then raised his head and looked at Erik. "But I never thought that ..."
"It's --" Erick's gesture took in the leaves gripping his own legs, then the scarlet interior of the third blossom, now slowly opening onto green leaves that covered the clearing. "-- that thing. It's got him too. Remember how --"
"Yeah." Chon licked his lips, remembering the taste of Erick's semen, remembering how he and the blond Ranger had sucked each other's shafts as they lay on the forest floor. He put his hands on Major Johansen's shoulders again, let his hips thrust and pull, thrust and pull as the naked officer hungrily sucked Chon's shaft -- a few more strokes -- two more -- one -- "There," Chon gasped aloud, felt his whole body go rigid, felt his shaft pump out a long squirt of cream.
The Major sucked, swallowed, sucked harder; Chon pumped another shot, felt himself being sucked dry. For a long moment, the two naked men were motionless, then Chon took a deep breath, relaxed his grip on his naked fellator's shoulders. A moment later, Major Johansen swallowed one more time, pulled back, and stood up.
The naked officer licked his lips. "That was quite a load," he said.
"I -- I don't see how; we -- we took care of each other just a -- a little while ago. But it -- it felt like a big one." He took a couple of deep breaths. "Sir."
"You're a very horny Space Ranger," the Major said. He touched Chon on the right shoulder with his left hand, then turned to look at Erik. "And he's another one."
"Sir -- wait," Chon yelped, trying to catch the Major's hand, but the naked officer was out of reach, striding toward Erik. As Chon watched, the Major knelt before Erik, gulped down the blond Ranger's shaft, and started sucking.
"You are good at this," Erik panted after a few dozen strokes. "Only -- please -- slow down!"
The Major pulled back, looked up, and said, "I should be -- this is how I paid my way through Technical School. It's been a long time, but ..." He licked his lips and grinned. "I haven't lost my touch, have I?"
"Nosir," said Erik. "But -- aaah!" he sighed as the Major took Erik to the hilt again, and in a moment, the blond Space Ranger was panting hard, thrusting with his shaft, tensing every muscle of his powerful body, then letting out a long, contended sigh. "Wow!"
"Now, while you two lusty muscle-studs are recharging ..." The Major turned to the now-fully-opened, scarlet-petaled blossom.
"Sir -- wait!" Chon said.
"Yes?"
"I haven't -- you're still -- I mean, let me take you off now."
"Well ..." The naked officer glanced down at his own rigid shaft, then at the waiting blossom, then down at himself again. He hesitated, then turned and trotted to Chon. "But -- make it quick. There isn't much time until -- until ..." his voice trailed off, and he frowned. "I'll remember it in a minute. Now ... how are we going to manage this?"
Chon leaned forward. Major Johansen moved closer. Chon put his hands on the Major's narrow hips; the Major slid his own hands under Chon's shoulders, supporting part of Chon's weight. Chon leaned further and lowered his head onto the Major's shaft, felt the velvety glans slide into his mouth, tightened his lips around the shaft itself, and sucked the rest of the hard meat into his mouth.
A few strokes brought the Major to the edge; two more, and Chon lifted his head. "Close?" he asked.
"Too close," the naked officer panted. Finish me off -- quick." He thrust, missed, thrust again.
Chon caught the throbbing shaft, sucked hard -- and his mouth was full of hot sperm. He almost gagged, swallowed hard, sucked again -- and his mouth was awash with the virile Major's ball-juices. This time, Chon was ready: he swallowed, sucked, bobbed his head, worked his tongue, swallowed again. Another suck, another swallow -- gradually Major Johansen ran dry.
Chon straightened up, helped by the Major's hands on his shoulders. "Well, sir?"
"Not bad, not bad at all. But now --"
"Wait!"
"I -- I can't." the naked officer backed out of reach, turned, and trotted to the open flower. He reached the center, turned to face Chon and Erik, then stretched his muscles in a long yawn. "This'll just take a few --" He paused, frowned, then shook his head.
"Sir," gasped Erik. "Don't stay there -- look what it's doing to you!" But the Major stood motionless while the petals slowly rose and clamped themselves around his feet and legs.
"You can't -- we can't stop him," Chon said. "Remember how we just let these fuckers take us?"
"Yeah." Erik nodded. "But any minute now ..."
"Tell him? Or let him figure it out for himself?"
Erik shrugged his shoulders, touched his own still-stiff prong.
Major Johansen shook his head, opened his eyes wide. "Tell me what?" he asked. "Do you know what we're waiting -- waiting? -- what the bloody -- ?" He stared down at the leaves that now gripped his lower legs, then slowly looked up.
"We tried to tell you, sir," Chon said.
"It got you the same way?" the Major asked.
Chon nodded. "right after we crash-landed, we stripped, hardened up like this --" He paused, touched his rigid shaft. "-- and then -- here we are."
"Just -- you just walked into these -- things?"
Chon nodded. "Well, first we -- we lay down and took -- sucked each other off. Then ..."
"Yes. And once it had a good grip ..."
"We woke up."
The naked officer nodded slowly. "When you invited me to let you suck me off, were you trying to stop me from getting caught like this, or were you --"
"-- just trying to suck you off?" Chon licked his lips; he could still taste a hint of the Major's bitter-slick ejaculate. "Well, both. I'm -- we're both feeling real horny, and you looked like a real mouthful, sir."
"And?"
"Were you?" Chon grinned and smacked his lips. "Yes and then some; I almost came again while I was doing you, sir."
The Major sighed. "Well, at least we know what's been happening to our flyer pilots --"
"-- or at least some of them," said Erik. "This planet's pretty big. Uh -- sir, are you all alone, or is somebody else ... ?"
"Coming? There's supposed to be a team in a couple of hours, but whether they'll come here --" The naked officer gestured at the three giant bulbs that held the three Space Rangers. "-- with all the places filled -- and as fast as this thing's starting to work on my legs --"
"Yeah." sighed Chon. "Mine too; it's really digging in now, eating me alive."
After a few moments, Major Johansen asked, "Then -- what have you two been doing since it caught you?"
"Swapping a few adventures, sir," Chon said. "Sexy ones, too. I told about watching two vampires feed on a couple of men on Arnax IV, and he told me about his trip on the Renown."
"Sexy? I've heard about that trip on the Renown, with everybody naked, and nothing to eat but each other, but what about these vampires?"
Chon explained: "It's a weird way to control the population, but it seems to work. They're not immortal, or undead, or anything like that -- they just drain guys' blood by sucking them off."
"All the way?" asked the Major.
"All the way."
"Sounds sexy."
"It was -- watching them, that is. And the studs getting sucked -- and drained -- they said it was pretty sexy too." Chon stroked his shaft, still rock-hard, and then asked, "Sir, what's the sexiest thing you ever ran into?"
"I was just remembering -- it was right after I made Captain." He squeezed his shaft, and then went on. "I was assigned to Extraordinary Operations, and my first assingment there was to ExOpTor School."
Erik asked, "Sir, is that the place where --"
"-- they teach torture techniques?" the naked Major nodded. "It's supposed to be a real, deep, dark secret, but word does get around.
"Anyway, I went through the course there. It's -- well -- exciting's not quite the right word, but --" The naked officer paused, looked down, and pumped his shaft for a few strokes. "The school concentrates on genital tortures, so all the classes are held in the nude -- just boots and belts. That way, your equipment is -- you know -- available, and students up and hard most of the time."
Chon touched his own rigid shaft. "You just work on prongs and balls? Not ...?"
"They're the most effective places to work: sensitive, accessible -- and most men go into a panic, just thinking about something happening down there. And scaring the man you're working on is just as important -- or even more important -- than the pain involved in castration or near castration.
"Some of the more interesting tortures -- like hanging more and more weight on a man's organs until they get pulled out -- aren't terribly useful for getting him to talk. However, if you have a whole group of men to dispose of, you can get them to compete to see who can lift the most weight before he gelds himself.
"Shearing one's organs off at the hilt doesn't look quite as exciting, but it has the advantage that the shearing rack is easy to build, and -- if that's at all important -- shearing that stops short of castration leaves less permanent damage than straight tension. At the other extreme, vivisection -- skinning a man's organs and then cutting them to bits while they're still attached -- is pretty irreversible, once you get properly started. Vivisection is a necessary part of the course, however, so that the students learn the internal anatomy of the genitals.
"But for getting useful information out of prisoners, the best ways to go are electric shock, applied between electrodes clamped onto the balls, and from them to an electrode inserted into the tip of the cock.
"Heat works well too -- but it has to be applied just right. If you heat a man's organs too slowly, you can cook them all the way through without really hurting him -- though you'll scare him when he realizes what's happening. And you can scare his buddies even more if you then cut up and eat those slow-cooked organs when they're done. The simplest way to apply heat is with a small candle. The most spectacular is to coat the organs -- shaft, balls, and all -- with jellied gasoline and then apply a match. It's especially effective if you have two or more prisoners: set fire to one, let the fire cook his organs all the way through, and then threaten to apply a match to another man's glans. But it does have the disadvantage that it's hard to stop, once started, and it's a bit messy. Electrical heating is a good compromise: you wind a wire which has been strung through quartz beads around your victim's organs in a close-spaced spiral, and then apply current. The wire glows, the radiant heat visibly starts to cook the shaft and balls without charring them, and the victim usually gives in and tells all.
"Finally -- and most effective -- is a simple press. The top is a slab of thick glass; the bottom, a steel plate. Insert the victim's shaft, tuck in his balls, and then s-l-o-w-l-y apply pressure. This almost always works, because the victim can see as well as feel what the increasing pressure is doing to his balls and shaft. An especially elaborate version heats up the steel plate, so your equipment gets both crushed and cooked."
Erik asked, "Was all this just theoretical, or ... ?"
"Mostly practical; mostly lab work. The teachers would lecture while they were demonstrating a torture on one of us, and then we -- the students -- would try out that torture on each other, usually stopping well before any permanent damage was done."
"Just `usually,'?" asked Chon, feeling his own balls shift in their sack as he squeezed his shaft.
"Well -- yes," said Major Johansen, pumping his shaft harder. "Now and then, the school would get a convict who decided he'd rather volunteer to be worked on by the students than be executed in a more conventional way. As for the rest of our victims -- only about two-thirds of the students graduated; the other third supplied the raw material for the rest to work on."
Chon felt pressure build down in the roots of his prong as he asked, "Did they volunteer, or ... ?"
"A few students would get so interested in a torture they were studying that they would volunteer to be castrated that way. And sometimes we -- the students -- would use games and contests -- from card games on up to cross-country running -- to pick who would be the next one to lose his balls. Most of the students that the rest of us worked on were those who failed one of the written tests given along the way, or who goofed up while torturing somebody else."
"Sounds exciting," said Erik.
"It does that," Chon said, now pumping his shaft with his right hand while his left roamed over his well-muscled chest. "I just noticed that this bulb-thing that's eating me is working its way up my legs, and I'm wondering what'll it feel like when it gets to my balls and starts eating them."
"Yeah?" said Erik. "While we're waiting for that to happen, I was wondering: what'd you do to the studs after you'd cooked or crushed or sheared off their works?"
"Executions are part of any complete interrogation program; you really don't want to let your opponents know what happens to the people that you capture, so we studied executions too. Beheading is nice and bloody, but it's much too quick. Popular with some victims is bisection, because they can watch it happen: the victim, seated in a chair, is slowly cut in two at the waist by a couple of blades driven in from the sides. For a field expedient, one can wrap a thin steel cable around the waist and then pull the ends -- with a windlass or a turnbuckle -- until he's cut in two.
"The most spectacular is whole-body vivisection -- the vivisector's aim is to keep you alive as long as possible, so he goes into your abdomen first, ties off the major veins and arteries that supply blood to everything below your diaphram, and you can watch yourself being eviscerated. Afterwards, you can be slid waist-deep into an oven and roasted alive.
"For field use, especially when making an example of a recalcitrant soldier who hasn't been castrated beforehand, one can coat his genitals with jellied gasoline, impale him standing up, secure his wrists so that he can't quite reach his genitals with his hands, and then set his organs afire. Or, for quicker results, tie him to a sturdy post or spread-eagle him onto a wall, insert a fuzed blasting cap down into his shaft and all the way to his prostate gland, and light the fuze. The resulting explosion will, of course, make him bleed to death fairly promptly."
"Won't an ordinary castration make a stud bleed to death anyway?" asked Chon.
"Usually, but why waste a live body when there are students to teach? For that matter, why waste a fresh, dead one either? And yes, in case you're wondering, it is real weird the first time you're cooking and eating chunks of somebody while you're telling him how he tastes."
"Then you ... ?" Chon was pumping his shaft at full speed now, and his glands down in the roots of his shaft were responding. Just a few more strokes, he told himself.
Major Johansen grinned and licked his lips. "Fresh meat for every meal, breakfast and all. And of course, since we're all naked and usually up hard, all the sex with each other that we can handle, every night."
"Yeah? Well, right now -- I'm about to shoot -- and this hungry plant's -- just about to start -- on my balls -- for its lunch!" Chon gasped, as he felt himself reach climax and pump out a long jet of his cream. He squirted again, and yet again as he felt the plant's tendrils slide over his balls, felt them wrap themselves around the base of his still-hard shaft, felt them dig into his sexual equipment. He looked over at Erik and saw his plant's tendrils clamp themselves onto -- and into -- the blond Space Ranger's balls.
"It's feeding on your balls now?" asked the Major.
Chon nodded. "Yessir. Not as bad as some of the stuff you've been describing, but -- yeah, just the way it's been eating our legs, it's going into my balls and starting to eat them too."