There wasn’t often a mail delivery on the distant moon called Ultra-Mega Four. In fact, there was no mail service for a million space miles. So it was quite a surprise when Captain O’Cosmos opened the hatch of his sleek patrol rocket, the Double Moon, and found a package lying outside.
“Hey, guys!” he called to his shipmates in his unique accent, a sexy blend of Irish, Greek and Australian. “Come and look at this!”
As he carried it inside, Chip and Rusty ran to see what the fuss was about. On this dull survey mission of the lonely moon, any change of pace was a welcome one! The captain held the box up for them to see. On the top, in large block letters, was printed:
To: Captain Mel. S. O’CosmosRusty scratched his head in bemusement. “Well, now, whaddya make of that?” he said, his accent summoning images of broad Midwestern wheat fields.
Chip’s blue eyes were as bright as his smile. “Open it, Mel, open it!” he cried with typical boyish eagerness.
Mel O’Cosmos laid the large box down on the cockpit worktable and carefully removed the sealing tape, lifting the lid. He pulled out a note, and his buddies crowded close to read it along with him. As they did, a change came over their faces. Their eyes went wide, their breath became quick. Something strange was happening.
Mel began to tremble all over, his athletic figure twitching as if fondled by unseen hands. He tried to speak, but could only gasp.
Rusty, acting like a man with no control over his actions, reached into the box and lifted out a bright purple suit made of some rubberlike material. He, too, seemed speechless with amazement, clutching the costume with hands that suddenly exuded sweat.
Chip, his movements equally stiff, lifted out the other contents of the package - a large ray gun of unfamiliar design. Unable to stop himself, he raised it and turned it around to point directly at himself.
All three men were in the grip of a power they could not resist...
Lance Storm and Cadet Timmy strolled briskly across the clean green grounds of Rocketeer headquarters, enjoying the bright sunshine of a beautiful Earth day. They traded snappy salutes with the other brave spacemen they passed, and Timmy let his gaze linger on some of the muscular forms whose blue spandex uniforms clung so nicely. After all, boys will be boys!
“I hope the colonel has some assignment to fill up the weekend,” Lance mused. “Eros won’t be back from his leave till Monday. Space outlaws would be cool. Or maybe a nice monster.”
“I bet Eros is having the time of his life,” Timmy said wistfully. “I sure miss him when he’s away.”
“Think of it, though - he could go anywhere, with anyone, but he always comes back to us. That’s what counts,” Lance told him wisely.
“Gosh, you’re right! Why is he so good to us? He could treat us like dirt and we’d still love him.”
“Now, now, lad,” Lance chided. “You know Bad Boy Day isn’t till the end of the month.”
As they entered Colonel Crabbe’s office, they were surprised to see that she looked drawn and pale. Normally their tough, grey-haired commander was a pillar of strength.
“I’m afraid I have some very bad news for you boys,” she said gravely. “We’ve received word that the shuttle Lieutenant Eros was piloting exploded four hours ago en route to Ultra-Mega Four. The ship that investigated found no sign of life. We have no choice but to consider the lieutenant a casualty.” She paused, eyeing them with deep concern, waiting for the inevitable reaction. All they did was blink once. Were they too stunned by the news to take it in? “If you boys need anything - grief counseling - suicide intervention - ”
“Oh no!” Lance assured her quickly. “We’re not allowed to do that!”
“No sir!” added Timmy firmly. “If Eros ever dies, we must treasure our memories of him and be happy together. We’re forbidden to feel any other way. We have it on tape.”
“He knew our job was a dangerous one,” Lance explained. “He made it a permanent, unbreakable command.”
The colonel’s steely eyes misted. “Take a few days off anyway,” she said. “Some downtime will do you good. You can report back when you feel ready. Dismissed.”
“Thank you, sir!” The Rocketeers saluted snappily and marched out of her office with brainwashed cheerfulness. Colonel Crabbe stared after them for a long moment, glad that she had no other appointments for an hour. It wouldn’t do for a commander’s men to see her cry.
In the bright metal corridor outside, Timmy looked at his captain questioningly. “Gosh, Lance. Do you really think...?”
Lance considered for a moment. “I guess we both think he is. That’s why the Final Orders kicked in. But... Eros’ cum created a psychic link when it entered us. He told us he’d know if anything ever happened to us - so wouldn’t we know if something happened to him? ”
“You’re right, Lance!” the teen cadet cried excitedly, his freckled face lighting up. “He’s gotta be alive - he’s just gotta! And we won’t give up until we find him!”
And so it was that an hour later found their glistening rocket, the Starchild, fully erect and ready to shoot off into space once again. “You are clear for orbit 613, repeat 613,” came the steady voice of ground control. “Prepare for blastoff.”
“Stand by to raise ship!” barked Lance.
“Standing by, sir!” cried Timmy with gusto.
“Energize the cooling pumps!”
A mighty pulse throbbed through the ship like a giant vibrator. “Cooling pumps energized!”
“Clear tangent forward and up!” Lance jabbed at the button that activated their ultra-powerful superdrive, as Timmy pulled the levers with all his might. And with a great roar, they launched into space!
“Oh man,” Lance breathed. “That gets me so hot - every time!”
“Is that a hint, captain?” Timmy grinned, slumping down in his co-pilot’s seat. He rubbed his tousled head against Lance’s big, muscular thigh, and in a second felt his idol’s strong hand on the back of his neck, gently but irresistibly guiding it farther. Lance’s breathing became deep and shuddery as the spandex parted to free his expanding cock, and Timmy’s lips wrapped themselves around it, taking its full length into his eager mouth.
A half day’s travel found them at the site where the broken fragments of Eros’ shuttle floated in the void. The wonderfully precise scanners of the Starchild were put to work examining the wreckage, and while Timmy tended to necessary ship’s maintenance, Lance studied what they told him intently, searching the monitor screens for any clue to what had befallen his lover.
“Lance!” Timmy’s voice interrupted. “Televiewer!”
“Not now, Timmy, I think I have a lead.”
“But Lance, it’s the President of Earth!”
Lance dropped his pen and ran to the televiewer, saluting the kindly, patriarchal old man who governed his world so wisely. “Gosh, sir, this is an honor! I voted for you, you know.”
“I know,” smiled the face on the screen. “After Eros made that plug for me on worldwide TV, everyone did. Including my opponents. That’s why I think it’s only right that the government should pay for his funeral.”
“Gee, that’s swell of you, sir!” exclaimed Timmy.
“It’s the least a grateful world can do,” the President said gravely. “And it’ll keep me from wanting to die myself.”
“Oh, you met him in person,” nodded Lance. “Listen, there’s a tape we should probably play for you. In fact, it ought to be played on every TV and audio channel. Real soon.”
“Well, I don’t know, boys. That’s a pretty tall order - ”
“Eros said he wanted it,” Lance added shrewdly.
“ - but if you beam me a copy, I’ll see that it’s on the air within the hour. Now, about the arrangements. I was thinking we could evacuate Megalopolis, the World’s Largest City, to make room for the reception. It’ll be tight, but it can’t be helped.”
“And the catering’s gonna be murder,” Timmy worried. “Maybe we should make it a potluck?”
“No expense is too great for Eros,” said the President. And what difference does it make? he thought to himself secretly. Without Eros to advise me, the world economy is doomed!
When they had talked out some of the details, the President returned to his duties of state, and Timmy eagerly asked, “What did you mean by a lead, Lance?”
“Take a look at this.” Lance led him to the monitors and pointed at one readout. “See that interference? That’s nothing natural! Someone deliberately created that to cover up their trail.”
“Someone who attacked the shuttle!” cried Timmy. “But how does that help us?”
Lance smiled. “Because he was so busy with that that he didn’t notice - this.” He tapped a corner of the screen where a small red line blinked on and off. “He wasn’t the only one who left the area. Eros’ shuttle ejected that sometime before it was destroyed.”
“An escape pod?” Timmy’s youthful face lit up.
“Let’s find out!” Lance turned a dial on the side of the monitor, linking the ship’s navigational controls to the path of that hopeful red trail.
“I know he’s out there,” Timmy breathed fervently. “I just know it!”
Somewhere in a darkened room, a perfect male figure stood silent. “Oh, Eros,” murmured a man’s passionate voice. “Oh, Eros, my beauty, my love.” Slim hands caressed the Orgasmian’s handsome face, fondled his lean, muscular torso, ran up and down the phenomenal length of his cock. Eros made not a move nor a sound in response - even when the man’s dick plunged into his ass. “You’re mine now,” sighed the voice in the darkness. “All, all mine... forever... ”
What fate has befallen Lieutenant Eros? Whose is the mysterious voice in the darkness? Will Lance and Timmy get their beloved Master back, or will they, too, fall into the clutches of this unknown fiend? And what was that first scene all about? Don’t miss the next thrilling installment!
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