The object on the screen became clearer.
In the command chair, his legs spread wide, the handsome male's face showed no signs of panic. Leaning forward, he focused on the object. Soon, the others looked to him to make decisions. He got to his feet, then pulled the hem of his mustard-colored tunic.
"Sensor readings, Mr. Jerkov. What is it?"
In front of him, seated at the navigational console, a brunette male pressed some buttons on a silver console. In a heavy Russian accent, he answered. "It looks to be an enemy vessel from the Hardon system, Captain. Very big. Very thick. Very dangerous."
The captain stepped off the dais his chair rested on. "Spunk? What do we know about the Hardon system and its people?"
"They are exceptionally aggressive with an almost insatiable sexual appetite, sir. If we are boarded, I suggest we prepare for a vicious, and thorough onslaught. The Hardons don't take prisoners."
Coming forward, the captain put a hand on the shoulder of the male at the other console. "See if you can find a way to maneuver around the Hardon ship, Mr. Hulu."
"I'll give it my best shot, sir."
"You always do," the captain said, still watching the screen. His thumb moved back and forth a few times. "Gentlemen, if we're boarded...I want you all to give the Hardons a fight. Make them work for their conquest."
A brawny male with warm, brown skin turned in their chair. The mini he wore rode up, exposing thick, muscled thighs. "We're getting a message from the Hardons, sir. They want to speak to you."
"On screen, Uwhore."
"Anything you want, captain."
On the wide screen, sitting in a curved chair, a tall being appeared. He wore a loose shirt of silver mesh, which exposed more than it covered. Strapped sandals accented firm calves. His arms were bare, except for silver bracers on his wrists. A prominent bulge was visible through the sheer silver pouch covering his groin. The being smiled.
"Captain Perk, prepare...to be mounted."
"I think you mean 'boarded,' but no thank you. You're trespassing in our space."
"Anal invaders do not trespass, my dear captain."
"If you board this vessel, prepare for a fight!"
The taller male's smile widened. "I hope you do fight, captain. The conquest is always better when they fight back!"
The screen went dark. The captain turned to face the others.
"Get Scotty Boy up here. We're going to need everyone if we're going to get out of this."
The science officer raised an eyebrow. "Can I assume we're going to summon the doctor, as well?"
The captain's tight black pants grew tighter at the thought. "We mustn't leave out Dr. Bone! I mean, what if one of us was injured in the oncoming struggle?"
From his console, the athletic brunette looked up. "What do we do in the meantime, Captain?"
"Resist, Mr. Jerkov. We resist with all we have."
The doors to one side opened, admitting a ginger male in a tight, red shirt and black pants sporting a sizable bulge. "I came as soon as I was able, sir! Somebody says we're facing Hardons!"
"Soon, Scotty Boy. Soon. I hope you're ready."
"Aye! I'm always ready to face a good Hardon!"
The crew did not have to wait long. Within a few minutes, several of the taller beings in silver mesh came onto the bridge. There were eight in total, more than enough to begin dominating the others. The leader placed himself in the captain's chair, one leg over its arm. Right away, the young helmsman and the navigator knelt in front of him, both needing to find out what was in the bulging silver pouch. While they waited, the Asian helmsman kissed his crewmate, easing his shirt up as he did.
"Poor lads," the ginger engineer said, watching them kiss. "All those years of pent-up emotion!"
One of the Hardons slipped in behind the ginger and started groping him. Another straddled the brawny communications officer and they began kissing. Even the stoic science officer was moaning after a Hardon dropped to his knees before him. The captain watched as his crew was set on. His black pants grew even tighter as a Hardon pressed their face against his crotch. A second Hardon slipped both hands under his tunic and into the thick nest of dark hair on his stomach and chest.
"It's useless to resist," the Hardon commander said, his lips pulling back in a broad smile. "Give in to your baser desires, captain!"
"But...but...it's against our..."
The kneeling Hardon pulled at the opening of the captain's pants, freeing an uncut cock. It stiffened at the first flick of the kneeling man's eager tongue. Warm lips slid over the head and up the shaft. Behind the captain, the other Hardon eased down the constricting pants. Gentle hands began massaging the man's balls once they were free. The mouth worked more of the shaft as the captain's mustard-colored tunic was removed.
At the science station, the alien officer leaned forward, pushing his naked ass out. Both hands pulled his cheeks apart, allowing a warm, slick tongue to slide in between them. Closing his eyes, he let out a long moan as the invading tongue touched a particular pleasure spot.
The communications officer watched, allowing it to stimulate his own thickening cock. The Hardon straddling him reached back to guide it into his waiting hole.
Near the door, the ginger relinquished his shirt. The insistent Hardon then worked the front of his pants loose. A second got to his knees and helped. A red jockstrap held in a sizable erection, one the Hardon stroked and kissed. Warm brown eyes looked up, asking the ginger for permission.
"Aye, lad...it's all for you."
Slender fingers pulled aside the jock. An uncut, drooling cock rolled out, tapping the other's cheek as it did. The Hardon slid his tongue under the head and capped it with his lips. More of the clear liquid filled his mouth. It took him a few minutes to get used to the fullness but when he did, he glided back and forth on the hard meat, moaning as he did.
The second being bent the ginger forward, making him support himself on the shoulders of the kneeling cocksucker. Gentle fingers parted the ginger's pale asscheeks. A wet thumb touched the center of his pucker, making him squirm. A wetter tongue replaced the thumb.
"Aye, that's the spot, right there"
He raised his leg, letting it rest on the kneeling male's shoulder. The wet tongue went deeper, probing his pucker. Reaching back, the ginger took hold of the other's head and pulled. The probing tongue opened him up even more.
"Keep at that and a tongue's not going to be enough!"
The captain watched the Hardons manipulate his crew, working their hard, muscled bodies in pleasurable ways. The anxious males kneeling in front of him kissed and licked along his legs. Working their way to his cock, they paused only to kiss and lick one another.
The kneeling helmsman and navigator mirrored their actions, united by the love of thickening alien cock. The Hardon commander guided one to his shaft while getting to the edge of the chair and putting his leg over its armrest. The navigator knew an invitation when it presented itself and began tonguing the exposed hole. The commander's eyes fluttered and he forced the helmsman down on his cock. A low groan came from him as the Asian male worked his shaft like the expert he was.
The captain watched as the communication station became the origin point of the orgy. The larger black male kicked the Hardon's legs apart and tapped the exposed hole with a major erection. The whimpering alien reached back to pull his ass open even further. A thick glob of spit landed on his hole. The thicker head of communication-cock rubbed it around before starting to push in.
A Hardon invader began fucking the science officer. The ginger security offer pounded one of his two aliens while the other ate his ass. The captain throat-fucked one of the Hardons while the other sucked off his mate. The helmsman eased his hefty cock into the Hardon commander. The navigator fed his drooling meat to the commander, enjoying the results.
Overhead, a moving camera caught everything in high definition.
Beyond the lighted bridge, a very anxious young man shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The top of his blue tunic felt tight, like it was cutting off his air. His black pants felt even tighter, and not just in the crotch area.
"You're going to be fine. You're working with some pros."
"Yeah, I've watched some of these guys since I could turn on a PC."
"Now, look at you, about to join them." The director chuckled. "You've got the reputation for being quite the bottom. Neil is eager to work with you."
"Yeah," Michael said, tugging on his tunic. "I'm eager to work with him, too."
The action on the bridge set slowed to allow for dialogue. Michael moved around the back to his entrance point. He waited. The bulge in his pants thickened as he thought of what was waiting for him. Beyond the door, a baritone voice delivered innuendo dialogue that made him smile. Neil Shaffer, one of the biggest names at Harem Studios, was killing the scene as the Hardon commander.
The doors opened. Michael stepped onto set.
"Bones! Thank god! The Hardons...almost have us defeated!"
"What do you want me to do, Jim?" Michael said, his impersonation perfect. "I'm a doctor, not a cocksucker!"
Neil, now wearing only the mesh top, moved in close to Michael. "Today, you're both, I'm afraid."
"Damn," Michael said, allowing the other man to pull him out of the doorway. "Here I am without my medical bag, too!"
Two others got Michael out of his clothes and began working their mouths all over his lower body. Neil delivered more dialogue but the new performer only saw the way the man's full lips moved and the glimpse of tongue. He wanted to taste both.
On a console, the communications officer delivered hard, deep thrusts as the Hardon actor groaned. The science officer reached back as his co-star fucked him harder, too. In the command chair, the navigator rammed the helmsman, testing the prop's construction. The captain plowed one of the Hardons while the other jerked off.
Michael let the others push him to his knees.
Neil's fat cock jutted out of his muscular groin. It drooled a long, thick stream of precum, some of which Michael caught with his tongue. He took hold of the shaft and started working his mouth over the head. He worked his lips, pulling and sucking at it. Neil responded, smiling and pulling on his thick nipples through the mesh shirt.
"That's the spirit, Dr. McBoy. Really get your mouth in there!"
The improvised dialogue was bad but Michael's mouth moved anyway. He swallowed until his nose was brushing against pubes. The thick shaft pulsed in his throat.
All around him, various men grunted and groaned. The buff communication officer now leaned against the console, the alien Hardon actor bobbing up and down on his cock. The science officer took two thick shafts as all three performers had moved to the floor and were lost in their pleasure. The navigator was blowing the captain while the helmsman plowed into him. Both Hardon actors were rimming and jerking whoever they could get their mouths and hands on.
"Aye, lads," the engineer said, grinning wide. "That's the spirit!"
Both the Hardon actors kneeling in front of him were licking and sucking at his cock and balls. One was fingering the ginger, making sure his tight ass was always full. They all shared kisses in between their various acts.
"That's enough," Neil announced. "Time for your boarding, Doctor!"
Michael let himself be moved to the front console. He put one knee in the chair and braced himself. Neil moved in behind him. Another line of bad dialogue was thrown out before the larger male eased into the other. Michael sighed. He felt it slide up into him, spreading him open. It felt amazing, like everything he always thought it was going to be.
Neil's hard body pressed into him. All of his muscles worked against the mesh shirt, which dug into Michael's back. The way his cock moved, the way it filled him up made the small pain worth it. Pushing against the console, Michael made sure he got the full length every time Neil pumped it into him. They moved against each other like a beautiful machine, making Michael regret nothing about signing up for this project. He'd always wanted to work with Neil, to be under him, taking his sweet cock.
Different cameras moved around the set, each one covering different groups of action. Michael ignored the all, lost in the thorough pounding Neil was giving him. He gripped the console as he felt the intensity build. His own cock drooled a steady stream of precum onto the chair and floor. He tried to speak but only noise came out. One hand reached back to spread his ass wider. Neil slapped it away with another line of dialogue. Michael smiled. The feeling was intense.
"You've drained my men!" The captain said, nearby. "You've won!"
In character, Neil laughed. "Almost, Perk! One last...man...to...drain!"
Michael felt his whole body shiver as Neil delivered his last thrust. Like a switch had been turned, he began cumming. Inside him, the hunky performer was shooting hot fluid into him while Michael sprayed the console with his own load. They groaned together as Neil gripped his hips and drove forward. Making sure none of his cum escaped, the taller performer laughed again, still in character. Unable to stop himself, Michael smiled even wider.
"You were right, Jim," Michael said, his own dialogue swimming in his head. "I'm a doctor -- and- and cocksucker!"
The camera crews moved back, still taking in the last of the action.
Neil raised his hands as he pulled out of Michael. "Our conquest of your Federation is complete!"
This last line of cheesy dialogue marked the end of the scene. People came forward with towels for the different members of the crew. Michael tried to catch his breath as he raised himself off the console. Behind him, Neil chuckled.
"Your reputation is well-earned. That was great."
"Thanks," Michael managed with a grin. "You were pretty great too."
"We have one more scene together, in the med-bay." Neil took an offered towel and wiped at his lower stomach. "You want to grab a coffee before? Talk a little, maybe?"
"Yeah," the other said, also taking a towel. "That'd be great."
"Cool. Let's you and me make star-tracks then."
They both laughed at the terrible pun. Michael slipped on a robe before following Neil over to the serving table. He was glad he accepted this smaller role, as it might be leading to much bigger things.
END