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Fnrr said, ``Now, I also thank you for that show. The one pumping must recharge for a time. But one who receives...?''
Slugger released the Lieutenant's still-hard shaft, looked up, and said, ``Me? I could take another guy right away.'' He glanced around: A few meters away, Milly was already sandwiched between another pair of lusty Rangers. Slugger gestured at her, ``Like with her, no problem.'' Slugger saw another thick, hard shaft within reach, put his left hand on it, and said, ``Watch.''
The naked Ranger attached to the shaft moved closer; Slugger eased the tip into his mouth and started sucking.
After a moment or two, Slugger felt a hand on his shoulder, heard a voice saying, ``Slow down, stud; slow down.'' He pulled back and looked up at a taut-muscled Ranger officer, who licked his lips and grinned down at Slugger. ``Catch my breath ... chance to enjoy it ... I got a pretty short fuze ... okay, finish me off.'' And in a dozen strokes more, Slugger did.
``Slugger,'' said the Colonel, ``I never would have thought you were--''
``--that way?'' Slugger swallowed hard and scrambled to his feet. ``I'm not; least I never was before. But with all this stuff going on, and everybody naked and...'' He gestured at his own iron-hard shaft, then at the Colonel's. ``... ready. Besides, I missed lunch.'' He licked his lips and managed a wry grin.
Fnrr asked, ``The one who pumps can receive at the same time?''
Two hard-cocked Ranger officers glanced at each other, then turned to the Colonel. One said, ``We could demonstrate for the Grojan Lord, sir.'' At Pasco's nod, they dropped to the ground, stretched out head to crotch, mouth to glans, and started sucking each other off, awkwardly at first, but with growing eagerness.
``Slugger,'' said Colonel Pasco, ``word's just been passed to me that there's a real problem at the Old Spaceport, and I want you go there with me in my land skimmer. Tell your TV crew to meet us at berth seven -- at the north end. We'll need a record of what's happening there.''
``Sure, but -- yeah, sure.'' Slugger beckoned his two cameramen, Danny and the shorter bodybuilder, Bob.
``He's the team's batboy, isn't he?'' Colonel Pasco asked, nodding at Danny. ``Get him to come with us in the land-skimmer; we may need him too.''
Slugger explained the situation to the naked cameramen, and Bob promptly left for the van at a run.
Pasco turned to the Grojan High-Lord. ``Will you come with us, or...?''
High-Lord Fnrr said firmly, ``The problem is for you to solve.'' Fnrr gestured at the Grojan who had just finished eating Staff-Major Zetto's shaft and balls. ``But I will send with you Low-Lord Rynn, as observer.''
That Grojan retracted a bloody feeding tube, shook Zetto's hand, patted both shoulders, and said, ``Tasting most excellently; thanking you.'' Turning to Pasco and Slugger, Low- Lord Rynn said, ``Being ready for observing.''
General Gerrio asked, ``High-Lord, when do you want to feed on Lieutenant Ericksson's -- ah -- organs?''
``That splendid meal, I will save for tomorrow,'' said Fnrr. ``For now, when Rowl finishes eating your sex organs,...'' Fnrr gestured; Slugger saw that the small Grojan's feeding tube had just reached the General's balls. ``...my staff and I will devour your entrails and then the rest of your body.''
Gerrio nodded. ``Then I can send Ericksson to the Old Spaceport with Colonel Pasco. After they take care of that little problem, both Ericksson and Low-Lord Rynn can report to you on what happened there. By then, of course...'' He looked down, watched his testicles disappear into Rowl's feeding tube.
The General stood motionless for a few seconds more, then slowly smiled. ``Intelligence was right: I can feel Rowl grinding up my balls -- eating them -- and it's a real blast!''
``I hope so,'' said Colonel Pasco. ``We'll be watching our own balls being ground up like yours soon enough. Right now -- let's move!'' He saluted General Gerrio, waved to Staff-Major Zetto -- now surrounded by six Grojans just beginning to gut him -- and strode across the field. Slugger, Ericksson, and Low-Lord Rynn followed. Danny trotted ahead, turned, focused the TV camera on them as they passed, then caught up with them at the land skimmer.
The group scrambled into the open-topped vehicle, where a padded bench along the sides and back provided plenty of room for all five passengers. Two naked Space Rangers sat at the controls in the front of the skimmer. Colonel Pasco nodded to the pair; and the land skimmer's engines rumbled into life, then propelled it along the street.
Ericksson turned to Slugger and asked, ``Uh -- about the General's -- I mean, are my balls really smaller than his? Just looking, I thought that...''
Slugger felt himself grin. He reached down and patted Ericksson's rigid shaft. ``All I said was that Rowl was gonna do okay. The General's hung good and solid, and there's plenty for that little critter to work on -- you saw how long it took to grind up his prong and get to his -- balls. But as for you -- yeah, Fnrr's gonna do even better than Rowl did when you get -- get eaten.'' Slugger gently squeezed the Lieutenant's testicles. ``Okay?''
Ericksson grinned back. ``Getting eaten's a crazy way to get admired, but somehow ... yeah, okay.''
Low-Lord Rynn spoke up: ``Interesting, the demonstration with ballplayer Slugger receiving. More interesting, watching two Space Rangers receiving each other. Most interesting, watching a chain of three?''
``Oh, sure,'' said Slugger. He licked his lips and turned to the broad-shouldered Colonel. ``You game, sir?''
Pasco nodded and spread his muscular thighs. Slugger twisted in his seat, leaned down towards Pasco's hard shaft, and took it in his hand. He touched his lips to Pasco's glans, gave it a preliminary suck, then raised his head and asked, ``Who's gonna do me?''
Danny and Ericksson spoke up together, stopped in mid- sentence, and looked at each other.
``You just took care of me,'' said the naked Lieutenant, ``so I should...''
``But I missed lunch too,'' objected Danny, putting his camera down.
Pasco laughed, then said, ``Your choice, Slugger.''
``I got a better idea,'' said Slugger. ``Danny, you work on my shaft -- Ericksson, you work on Danny's. Now the Low-Lord'll get to see a four-way. Okay? Is everybody all set...?'' Slugger watched Danny settle down onto Slugger's own hard shaft, felt Danny suck harder as Ericksson engulfed Danny's manhood. Slugger grinned at the squirming chain of naked bodies, put his microphone aside, and went down onto Pasco's waiting shaft.
At first, Colonel Pasco lay still as Slugger sucked; but soon, Slugger felt a hand, then two hands rubbing his shoulders. Slugger sucked harder, and the naked Colonel began thrusting with his hips -- a barely perceptible motion at first, growing steadily stronger until suddenly Pasco went rigid, thrust once more, and pumped a long jet of hot sperm down Slugger's throat.
Another jet followed the first; Slugger swallowed again, swallowed two more squirts of virile juices, then raised his head and looked up at Pasco's face.
``It's--'' the hard-cocked Colonel sighed. ``It's been a long time since -- a long time. I'd almost forgotten how--'' He rubbed Slugger's shoulders again.
Slugger smiled and carefully licked his lips. He dropped his head again, coaxed one more spurt from the Colonel's glans, then lay back on the Colonel's thighs and watched Danny work on Slugger's own shaft. Danny was sucking harder with every stroke; Slugger felt teeth graze his prong, saw the naked teenager squirm, muscles tensing, hips jerking -- then slowly relax, still working on Slugger's prong.
Lieutenant Ericksson released Danny's shaft, took a couple of deep breaths, and sat up. He swallowed hard, then said, ``Kid pumps out a real mouthful.''
And then Slugger's own organs were erupting, jetting his own load into the eagerly sucking batboy while Colonel Pasco gripped Slugger's shoulders and the Colonel's still-rigid shaft poked the side of Slugger's head.
Danny sucked Slugger dry, lifted his head, and squirmed into a sitting position. ``Yeah?'' He licked his lips and grinned.
``The timing's perfect too,'' said Colonel Pasco, as Slugger sat up. ``Here we are.''
Slugger picked up the microphone; Danny, the TV camera. The land skimmer eased to a stop beside a small spacecraft at the Old Spaceport, where four fully dressed men -- two sturdy young men in civilian clothes, two more uniformed as Space Ranger pilots -- argued with a dozen hard-pronged Space Rangers, all naked but for caps, boots, and belts. About a dozen Grojans stood to one side, listening to the argument.
As the landskimmer's passengers climbed out, a TV van braked to a stop and three naked cameramen -- Red, Bob, and Lance -- scrambled out with their equipment. A Space Ranger trotted to the land~skimmer, saluted with a snap that jiggled his rigid shaft, and reported: ``Sir, Sergeant Hlavel.''
Pasco returned the salute. ``We got your call, Hlavel. They giving you any real trouble?''
``Nosir.'' The naked Sergeant patted the holstered heat- pistol at his side. ``But so far, they won't tell us anything, and we won't let 'em go anywhere till they do.''
``Good work, Sergeant. Lead the way.''
The two Space Ranger officers, Slugger, Danny, and Low-Lord Rynn followed Hlavel through the circle of naked Space Rangers to the two pilots and two civilians. Red -- with a shoulder-mounted camera -- knelt off to Slugger's left; Lance and Bob set up the big tripod on the right. Slugger, suddenly realizing that he was within range of the audio broadcast equipment in the van, aimed the microphone at the naked Colonel and the two pilots.
``I am Colonel Pasco, senior officer on planet. And you?''
``Captain Raven, sir,'' said the taller pilot, saluting. ``This is my co-pilot, Ensign Franz,'' he added, nodding to the young blond beside him. ``We're on a top secret -- well, we were, but these troopers have been telling us--''
``Casey!'' exclaimed Slugger, recognizing one of the men in civvies. ``And Mick! What are you guys doing here?'' He shifted the microphone to his left hand, stepped forward, shook hands with both, and then -- suddenly conscious of his own nakedness -- stepped back to stand at Colonel Pasco's left side. ``These--'' He remembered the microphone and spoke into it. ``These two -- Casey and Mick -- these guys are the best two rookies in the Outer League.''
``That's--'' Captain Raven paused, swallowed hard. ``-- don't say anything until -- that's what we're trying to -- uh-- '' He took a deep breath. ``Then the series is over?''
``Sure is,'' said Danny. ``We coulda really used those two guys on our team if they were here in time for the series, but now--''
Slugger said, ``--but only if they were legit -- you know -- real settlers, and not...''
``You don't think they are?'' asked Colonel Pasco.
Slugger shook his head. ``You guys don't ferry real settlers out here in Space Ranger scout ships.''
Ericksson laughed. ``Looks more like smuggling in ringers, sir.''
Slugger growled, ``Well, they're way too late to do us any good, even if it wasn't--''
``Cheating?'' asked Low-Lord Rynn.
``Cheating? But...'' Slugger hesitated, then nodded slowly. ``Cheating would be as bad as -- as welshing on the bet.''
``Depending, in truth,'' said Rynn, ``on living here or not living here.''
``Well,'' said Pasco, rubbing his muscular chest, ``if you four aren't real residents, then the Grojans didn't win the right to eat you alive when they beat us in the series.'' He turned to Captain Raven. ``But if you're not, and you brought these two to play in the series -- you're not here by accident, are you?''
``Uh -- No, sir.''
Casey said, ``But since we didn't do anything...''
``Not punishing, then?'' asked the Grojan Low-Lord.
``But we didn't--'' Casey said.
``You came here to cheat,'' Colonel Pasco said firmly, ``so...''
``Agreeing with you,'' said Low-Lord Rynn. ``But being still entirely your problem.''
``I'm afraid so,'' said the Colonel.
``You mean we gotta decide what to do about Mick and Casey for trying to cheat?'' Slugger demanded, turning to Pasco.
``That's why I wanted you and Danny here. They're baseball players, not Space Rangers, so...'' The naked Colonel put his left hand on Slugger's right shoulder.
``Then...'' Slugger lowered the microphone, took a deep breath, and held the microphone up again. ``I s'pose -- whatever Danny and me decide, then we gotta -- gotta do it to them?''
``Good idea, Slugger,'' said the Colonel. ``That certainly sounds like the best way to handle this problem.''
``But -- but--'' Slugger swallowed hard. I really talked myself into this one, he told himself. He turned to Danny, who had just handed his camera to Bob, the shorter bodybuilder.
The teen-aged bat-boy met Slugger's gaze. ``It's okay with me; if we gotta, we gotta.''
Mick said, ``Just what the fuck is going on here, anyway? These studs said that -- that--'' He waved at the stiff- pronged circle of Space Rangers. ``But you all look like you're just getting ready for a big gang bang.'' He took a deep breath and shook his head. ``This is just a big joke you guys are pulling on Casey and me, isn't it? You can't really be...?''
``Yeah, I know how you feel,'' Slugger said. ``I thought they were joking too, at first. But then--'' He ~glanced down at his own rigid shaft, then turned to Colonel Pasco. ``Uh -- if one of your Space Rangers here is s'posed to feed the Grojans today, then we could show these guys what's going on. Otherwise...''
The Colonel nodded, glanced at Sergeant Hlavel, and raised one eyebrow.
``No hold on that countdown, sir,'' said the Sergeant, eagerly. ``Team-Chief Argn, here, was just about to start eating my cock when Captain Raven's ship called in for clearance.''
``Is so,'' said a Grojan. ``Am still ready.''
The Colonel nodded, then turned back to Hlavel. ``And your replacement...?''
Another naked, hard-cocked Ranger saluted. ``Sergeant Lang, sir.''
``Carry on, then.''
Hlavel saluted and turned to Argn, who promptly extended a feeding tube. As Red focused his camera on Hlavel's rock-hard shaft, the Sergeant met the tentacle with a thrust of his hips, and his glans slid from sight. After a moment, he looked up at the four newcomers and said, ``This isn't anywhere near as bad as it looks -- kind of interesting, even.''
Mick said, ``Interesting? You -- you mean that thing's -- that thing's actually--?''
``--eating me?'' The Sergeant nodded slowly. ``Alive and on camera, too.'' He gestured at Red, waved to Lance and the tripod- mounted camera. ``Inside, right here,'' he paused, touched the feeding tube, ``Argn's grinding into the end of my spike, eating the tip.''
``Believe it, guy,'' Slugger said. ``That's why we're all-- '' He touched his own hard prong. ``-- you know -- ready.''
The Hlavel glanced down at the tentacle that was devouring his shaft, then raised his head and grinned. ``And I'm just about to shoot a load, too.'' As Slugger and the rest watched, the naked Sergeant started pumping slowly with his hips.
Mick said, ``Come on now, no-fucking-body's got that much guts, especially with everybody watching and every- fucking-thing.''
``Yeah,'' Casey growled. ``If that thing's really chewing on the end of your cock, how come you're not screaming your head off, 'stead of -- of--''
Hlavel laughed, then -- without slowing his stroke -- said, ``They've got some kind of pain-killer in spray-cans; it works great.''
Slugger added, ``That's how come we're all up and hard while we're -- uh -- waiting our turns to get -- eaten.'' He turned to the group of nearby Grojans, waved his microphone for attention, and raised his voice. ``Hey, any of you -- uh -- guys got some ning-stuff handy?''
Two Grojans quickly produced spray cans and trundled to the newcomers.
Slugger said, ``Yeah, that's it. All ya gotta do is inhale when the stuff hisses -- yeah -- that's right, you got it.'' He watched for a moment, then turned back to Colonel Pasco.
The Colonel said, ``Now, since all of us are going to be eaten like that, it seems to me that you and Danny--''
``Wait a minute, now,'' Slugger objected. ``You mean -- raw?''
Pasco shrugged his thick shoulders. ``Why not? That's what -- yes, Sergeant?''
``I got an idea, sir.'' Hlavel patted his heat-pistol. ``Use this.''
``Cook them first?'' asked Danny. He looked thoughtful, then slowly licked his lips. ``That might be ... yeah. Kind of interesting, even.''
Slugger found himself licking his lips too. Ball-juice isn't all that filling, and it's been a long time since breakfast, he told himself.
Sergeant Hlavel grinned. ``Set on LOW, it's just right for a sausage that size. Tenderizes, too.''
``But there's just the two of us,'' said Danny. ``We could take care of their prongs and their nuts okay, but the rest...'' He turned to Low-Lord Rynn. ``Maybe some of your Grojans could finish 'em off for us -- gut 'em and so on -- how 'bout it?''
``You taking them in your ways, and we taking them in ours?'' Rynn asked. ``Agreeing to your excellent idea.''
Casey asked, ``Don't we get anything to say about this?''
``Not now, you don't,'' Slugger growled. He squeezed his own rigid prong. ``We promised beforehand we'd be good sports about this, no matter what; and we're not gonna welsh on that. So when you guys show up, ready to cheat and too late to do us any good anyway...''
``You make it sound like it's our fucking fault,'' growled Casey.
``Well?''
``Okay, okay; we weren't exactly hurrying. But they didn't say anything like this would...''
``Hey!'' said Mick, ``Ya lost me: just what the fuck are you studs planning t' do t' us, anyway?''
``I don't think you want to know,'' said Captain Raven. He turned to the Colonel. ``Sir, what about Ensign Franz and -- and me? We...''
``You brought 'em,'' Slugger growled. ``Look, it isn't just baseball players: everybody on planet is in on this.''
Colonel Pasco turned to Lieutenant Ericksson. Two naked officers looked at each other for a moment. Pasco raised an eyebrow; Ericksson said, ``Not -- not eager to do it, sir; but if Slugger and Danny take out the ballplayers, then...''
Pasco frowned. ``You're right; we take care of our own.'' He slowly licked his lips. ``Which one do you want -- or would you rather wait till they strip?''
``Yessir.'' Ericksson grinned.
Pasco turned to the four newcomers again. ``Are you going to be good sports about this, like everybody else on planet, or do we have to...''
``Sir,'' said Captain Raven, ``we'll -- we'll do the best we can, but...'' He glanced at Casey and Mick, then turned to the naked Colonel again.
``Well,'' said Casey, ``if those two Ranger-studs are gonna co”perate, Mick and I will too -- right, Mick?''
``I'll try, even with those cameras all over the place,'' Mick growled, rubbing an obvious bulge in the front of his trousers. ``That spray can's sure doing some-fucking-thing.''
``All right, then,'' said Colonel. He ran his right hand down his well-muscled torso and gripped the base of his rigid shaft. ``Strip.''
The newcomers pulled off their clothes, baring muscular bodies and rigid shafts, then stood naked, waiting. Captain Raven uneasily shifted his weight from one foot to the other; Casey shivered, then studied his outthrust shaft; Mick calmly folded his arms across his muscle-sheathed chest; and the blond Ensign stood motionless, feet apart, hands clasped behind his narrow hips.
Colonel Pasco and Lieutenant Ericksson conferred in whispers for a moment; Slugger leaned toward Danny.
``Who do you want to work on?'' asked the teen-ager.
``How 'bout you?''
``The blond Ensign looks kinda cute,'' said Danny. ``I bet Ericksson picks him. But as for our guys ... I think Mick's scareder than he wants t' let on.''
``Come on, kid -- we all are,'' Slugger growled. ``Even the Colonel. Especially the Colonel, come to think of it. He's gotta look good, with his troops watching.''
``Sucking's one thing,'' Danny said, ``I got plenty of practice at that. But actually eating a stud -- that's something else.''
``Sure, sure; but who--''
``Lemme think.'' Danny studied the two naked rookies for a moment more, then said, ``Casey kinda turns me on. You?''
``Mick's fine for me.'' Slugger licked his lips. ``A bit better hung, maybe; and I like the way he's trying to look like every~thing's okay, even though ... you know what I mean.''
``Yeah, I know.''
Slugger turned to the Colonel, pointed the microphone at the officer. ``You guys...?''
``Lieutenant Ericksson wants to work on Ensign Franz, so I'll take the Captain. And you two?''
``Danny'll do Casey, and I'll do Mick.''
The Colonel nodded, licked his lips, and said, ``Now that heat-pistol...''
``J-just a -- minute -- sir!'' Hlavel gasped. He grasped the tentacle that was consuming his virile shaft, thrust with his hips, and went rigid for a moment, muscles taut. He relaxed slowly, tensed again, then released the feeding tube with a long sigh. ``Sorry -- just came -- really unloaded, too.'' The Sergeant pulled out his pistol and passed it, butt-first, to the Colonel.
Ericksson glanced at Pasco, who asked, ``Have you ever cooked with one of those things, Lieutenant?''
``Yessir.'' Ericksson took the pistol, grinned, then turned to Ensign Franz. ``Shouldn't feel a thing. Just relax, and...''
``I know, I know,'' said the blond Ensign. ``At least you studs can come while you're being eaten. But we get cooked first, so all we get to do is watch while you're -- taking us.''
Slugger licked his lips, then said, ``Well, I could start off with an -- an appetizer before the -- uh -- main course.''
``Yeah?'' Mick uncrossed his arms. ``You mean...?'' He stroked his shaft with his right hand, then put his hands on his narrow hips. ``I'm game if -- if you are.''
Slugger nodded. He knelt at Mick's feet, steadied the ballplayer's shaft with one hand, and eased Mick's glans into his mouth. Seconds later, the naked Lieutenant was on his knees too, taking blond Franz's prong. Slugger pulled back, took a deep breath. He saw Danny and the Colonel exchange wry grins before they knelt to take Casey's and Captain Raven's prongs.
Slugger looked up to meet Mick's gaze, licked his lips, and grinned reassuringly. Mick grinned back and made a `help- yourself' gesture with his right hand. Slugger leaned forward, engulfed Mick's quivering shaft again, and started sucking.
Within a half-dozen strokes, Mick was responding; a dozen more, and he was thrusting hard. ``Not -- so -- fast,'' the naked rookie gasped.
Slugger obediently pulled back and off. To Slugger's right, Casey watched as Danny sucked hungrily on Casey's shaft. To Slugger's left, Ericksson, on his knees too, was pulling back and letting Franz catch his breath. And beyond Ericksson and Franz, Slugger saw the Colonel working on Captain Raven's virility. Ericksson glanced at Slugger, grinned, licked his lips, and grinned again. Slugger felt his own lips twitch; he chuckled aloud, then turned back to Mick's quivering prong.
Twice more, Slugger brought Mick to the brink and eased off; the next time, Mick growled, ``Let's get it over with,'' and they did, with a spurting load that filled Slugger's mouth, and filled it again when he gulped down the first mouthful. After Mick ran dry, he and Slugger watched the others reach their climaxes: Ensign Franz, Casey, and finally Captain Raven.
Ericksson scrambled to his feet, strolled over to Slugger and Mick, and knelt again, heat-pistol at the ready. He glanced up; Slugger saw Mick nod, then watch, fascinated, as Ericksson slowly passed the tip of the pistol down Mick's shaft, from glans to hilt and on to his balls.
``Well?'' asked Slugger, microphone in hand, as he and Mick stepped out of the way and Casey presented his virile organs to Ericksson for cooking.
``It's -- it's weird, real fucking weird,'' said Mick. ``Fucking gun heated me from the inside out, sort of. I could feel myself cooking, but with that spray stuff -- hey, Slugger, have you ever -- you know~--''
``Eaten anybody like this?'' Slugger shook his head. ``Far as I know, this is the first time anybody's been cooked first. Of course...'' He gestured at Sergeant Hlavel, apparently in the throes of another orgasm as Team-Chief Argn's feeding tentacle neared Hlavel's balls.
``Everybody else get eaten raw? Well, I'll find what that's like too, when those critters get the fuck 'round to gutting me. But right now...'' Mick glanced at Slugger. ``How 'bout it, while my spike's still warm?''
``Okay,'' said Slugger, trying to sound more at ease than he actually was. He dropped to his knees at Mick's feet, facing the young ballplayer's outthrust shaft. Suddenly aware of the microphone, he said into it, ``Here, Mick; you take over.''
``What the fuck am I s'posed to say?'' Mick said as he took the microphone from Slugger's upraised hand.
``Just -- just talk about what it's like, getting eaten -- alive and -- on camera.''
``Yeah? Well I'll try.''
With his right hand, Slugger patted Mick's flank; with his left, Slugger steadied Mick's hot prong. Slugger leaned forward, took Mick's glans into his mouth again, rubbed the underside of the hard meat with his tongue.
``Well?'' asked Mick.
Slugger pulled back, looked up. ``It's -- different. Like -- I don't know what, but it's --'' Slugger licked his lips and grinned up at Mick and the microphone. ``-- it's good. Okay?''
``I -- I think so. Last time I saw my cock disappear into your mouth, it was fucking scary, even though I knew you were just sucking, that time. But now, when I know you're going the fuck to -- to start eating it -- eating me, really, I'm -- I'm just letting it happen. Know what I mean?''
``I think so.'' Slugger glanced around. Red was on his knees a couple of meters away, focusing his camera on Mick's waiting shaft. Danny was on his knees too, easing Casey's freshly cooked prong into his mouth. The Colonel was kneeling too, eying Captain Raven's shaft. And Lieutenant Ericksson had just finished cooking Ensign Franz's shaft and was passing the heat-pistol back to Sergeant Hlavel. Slugger turned back to Mick. ``Here goes, then.'' He engulfed Mick's glans again, set his teeth into the hot meat, and began to chew.
The first bite was a bit mushy, but tasty; Slugger suddenly realized this was the first solid food since breakfast and took another bite, and another. He had eaten three-quarters of Mick's prong when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Slugger pulled back and looked up. Mick looked down at Slugger, a wry smile on his his face.
``Do I taste that good?'' the sturdy young ballplayer asked.
Slugger licked his lips, swallowed. ``Well -- that and -- and I missed lunch, except for a few mouthfuls of -- you know~ -- what I've been sucking out of you and -- some other studs. Your -- your prong's a bit tough on the outside, and real juicy -- almost too juicy inside. But it's fresh meat, and I keep telling myself it's--''
``-- just a big sausage? Yeah, I know. Cooked, it looks like one.'' Mick took a deep breath, tightened his grip on Slugger's shoulder, then relaxed his hand. ``Watching you -- eating me, and remembering how it felt when you were sucking me off -- I mean, now, even with my cock roasted clear through, I think I'm gona shoot again.'' He squeezed both of Slugger's shoulders, curled his hips towards Slugger. ``Come on -- finish me off.''
And, in a few more bites, Slugger did; the last a mix of blood, shaft, and a shot of salty semen. He bit off Mick's ball- bag, looked up, and asked, ``Want one?''
Mick shuddered, started to shake his head, bit his lip, then said, ``What the fuck -- I'll try. Never get a chance like this again.'' He took the testicle that Slugger popped out of the bag, studied it for a moment, then put it in his mouth and cautiously began chewing while Slugger ate the remaining testicle and its bag.
``Well?'' asked Slugger.
The sturdy young ballplayer frowned. ``It's -- like you said, it's different. Be worse, eating somebody else's, with him watching me like -- like I was watching you eat mine.''
Slugger swallowed the last of Mick's testicle and stood up. A moment later, Danny and Casey joined them, Danny still chewing, Casey gingerly holding a freshly-cooked ball in each hand.
Casey said, ``The kid here says my cock kinda filled him up.''
``Yeah, your prong was pretty long and thick,'' said Mick.
``That, and shooting a few loads while I watched him eating me. Want one, Slugger?'' Casey held out his remaining ball; Slugger hesitated, then took it, put it in his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully.
After a moment, Slugger said, ``Tastes pretty much like Mick's, maybe just a bit bigger. He cupped his own balls in his right hand, studied them for a moment. ``Might be different, eaten raw--''
Danny said, ``-- or boiled or steamed. I wonder how it'd feel, getting eaten raw--''
``-- or having them boiled or steamed, with them still attached?'' asked Casey, reaching out to tousle Danny's hair. ``No wonder you didn't want to eat mine -- you got too much imagination, kid.''
Danny frowned. ``Maybe so. I was feeling a bit -- unsettled when I finished eating your prong, Casey. But now...''
Lieutenant Ericksson and Ensign Franz added themselves to the group; a moment later, Colonel Pasco and Captain Raven did too. Raven was carrying a testicle in each hand, Pasco was still chewing.
Captain Raven said, ``The Colonel thought you young studs might still be hungry.'' He offered his testicles; Casey and Mick shook their heads. Danny took one ball, Slugger, the other.
And while Slugger and Danny chewed on the Captain's warm meat, Franz put his right arm around Lieutenant Ericksson's broad shoulders and said, ``This stud ate both of my balls, so there's none for you.''
``Couldn't help it,'' said Ericksson. ``They were up tight against his shaft, so when I got that far~--'' The blond Lieutenant swallowed, licked his lips.
``Anyway, I unloaded one last time when I realized he was eating them.'' Lieutenant Franz put his hands on his hips. ``So -- now what? The critters start gutting us?''
`` 'Fraid so,'' said Slugger. He retrieved the microphone from Mick. ``If the Grojans are ready...''
As Slugger watched, a Grojan trundled over to each of the freshly-gelded men, applied a feeding tube to the man's groin, and bored in. ``Relax, guys; this looks worse'n it feels -- at least, that's what all the other guys I've watched being eaten say.''
``It's thinking about what's going on inside me that's scary,'' said Mick, as he patted the tentacle that was eating its way into the sturdy young ballplayer. ``Watching's real sexy, and so far, being eaten's almost fun.''
``Almost, yeah,'' Casey growled. ``But -- hey! I think I'm gonna shoot another load, and I don't have anything to shoot it with!''
``The critter just started eating your prostate gland,'' said Danny. ``That's why guys get such a bang out of being gutted.''
``That figures,'' growled Ensign Franz, ``but I unloaded just as the Lieutenant was chewing off the last of my prong, and -- hey! I think I got one more shot to go.'' He thust twice with his hips, thrust again, and went rigid.
Slugger felt his own prong stir as he watched Franz slowly relax. ``Well?''
``Wow,'' sighed Franz. ``Having my prostate go off like that while it's being ground up and eaten -- like I said, wow!'' He touched the feeding tentacle that was eating him alive. ``You studs oughta try it.''
``Eventually, we all will,'' said Lieutenant Ericksson. ``I've already met the Grojan who's going to castrate and gut me, thanks to Slugger here...''
Slugger felt his face go warm. ``Uh -- yeah. But if I hadn't...''
``I know, I know,'' said the naked Lieutenant. ``Suck me off again and we'll call it even. Okay?''
Slugger grinned, nodded his head, and licked his lips. He took a long stride, dropped to his knees, and gulped down Ericksson's prong.
The Lieutenant said, ``I meant -- you are getting good at this, Slugger -- on the way back -- really turning me on -- take me, Slugger, take me now!''
Slugger sucked, sucked harder, then swallowed and swallowed again as the Space Ranger Lieutenant pumped Slugger's mouth full of cream. One more spurt, one more swallow, and the naked ball- player scrambled to his feet.
``All done?'' asked Colonel Pasco. ``Everything's under control here, so let's get back to the parade ground and see what's left of the General and the first set of Space Rangers.''
One of the skimmer pilots sat at the controls; the other stood waiting beside the vehicle. He saluted. ``Colonel Pasco, sir; Corporal Longworthy. Sir, since it only takes one of us to pilot this land-skimmer, and since the Low-Lord Rynn hasn't had anyone to eat here, and the rest of you have, so Corporal Hanna and I thought -- anyway, sir, we sniffed some of that hard-on spray, and then we measured ourselves against each other, and I beat him by more than three centimeters, so --'' He gestured at his rigid shaft.
``You're volunteering to let the Low-Lord eat your prong and yours balls and start gutting you on the way back?''
``Yessir.''
The naked Colonel turned to the Grojan officer. ``Rynn?''
``Being most grateful to for letting me accept this offer, Pasco.'' The Grojan turned to Corpral Longworthy. ``Being also most grateful to you for inviting me to begin eating you during our return.''
Danny took Longworthy's vacated seat at the controls; the rest climbed into the land skimmer. As Slugger watched, Corporal Longworthy spread his thighs invitingly; Rynn reached for the Corporal's waiting shaft with a tentacle. The end of Rynn's feeding tentacle opened out into a circle of short grippers that closed on the Corporal's glans and then drew his rigid shaft into the tentacle. Slugger saw the Corporal tense his muscles, then relax with a contented sigh as the Grojan began to feed.
After watching himself being eaten for a couple of moments, Corporal Longworthy raised his head and reported, ``Hey, this is as much fun as those other studs being eaten said it is.''
``Just watching you getting eaten is turning me on again,'' said Colonel Pasco. He stroked his own rigid shaft for a moment. ``Slugger -- if you're still hungry...''
Slugger pounced on the Colonel's quivering shaft; a moment later, he felt Lieutenant Ericksson start sucking hungrily on Slugger's own shaft.
idea for another episode: Someone trying to escape grabbed by a couple of muscular troopers, bodybuilders -- whoever. Escaper is stripped; all three get a whiff of essence of ning, then one Grojan starts eating the prong of the would-be escaper, and two more are invited to eat the men holding the escaper.