Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2005 12:14:23 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: 2006: A Space Oddity  two

The following story is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a
sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships
offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in
most state and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in
real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got
condom?

"2006: A Space Oddity" two
(John Crichton/Steve Austin/Jason Castle/Capt. Troy)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Addendum
 `The Cast'
Ben Browder: John Crichton, `Farscape'
Lee Majors: Steve Austin, `Six Million Dollar Man'
Ice Tray: Jason Castle, `Slingshots In Space'
Kent McCord: Captain Troy, `Battlestar Gallactica'
...could be others!

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"So, what time is this party of yours getting started,
Ice?"

"Well, let's see. Considering it's Friday, I'd say my
buds are getting here early. Plan on nine-ish? Not too
late for you, is it Lee?"

"Almost my bedtime, but I'll take a nap," Lee replies
sarcastically.

"Hey, no kidding, Lee, I bet you can party hard!"

"P'n'P, that's my motto."

"Oh yeah. Sounds like we got a real party animal
here!"

"Oh by the way, Ice?"

"Huh?"

"You wouldn't have a nice bottom boy for me, would you
now?"

"Bottom boy, huh? For a white master?"

"I don't care what he is... could be an Asian, Hispanic,
whatever you have."

"Hmm... think I might have some guy for you there, Lee.
Come with me."

Crossing the studio, they leave behind the set for the
up and coming series, `2006: A Space Oddity', making
it's TV debut next year. The two enter the lot for the
`in progress' filming of `Slingshots In Space'.

"So, this is `your' set, huh?"

"This is it, Lee."

"Can't say that I've seen any of your flicks, Ice."

"No? Hee hee, then you are missing out, my man! Here,
let me take you on a short tour."

Entering one of the sets, Lee automatically picks out
one of the props.

"If I'm not mistaken..."

"Yeah, Lee?"

He looks it over, peering underneath the crisscrossing
of black ropes.

"The top is same as the bottom."

"Well, from the looks of it, plus these four leather
cuffs hanging from it, I'd say it's a body sling?"

"Oh my, Lee. Yep, you and my bro are gonna get it on
real fine like!" Ice says, patting Lee on the
shoulder.

"When it comes to b'd'sm, I like to `make' it a good
time."

"Well, you see any of these toys on the set that you
can use, just grab'em up."

"Yeah, toys, Ice. That's what they are. Nah, I've got
two duffle bags and a trunk full of implements that'll
put these to shame!"

"You serious, man?"

"Am I serious? Are you serious? Take these for
instance."

"Nip clamps, so?"

"What kind of fuckin' pain are you going to get out of
these blunt things?"

"Well, um..."

"Nah, you want pain you have to use alligators."

"Whoooa you're talkin' serious pain here, Lee."

"So, where's this boy you've got for me."

"I don't know now, Lee... I don't think this boy..."

Lee Majors turns around, cornering Ice.

"I don't like welchers, Ice."

"Me? A welcher?"

"Tell you what, `man'," Lee dictates, punching Ice's
chest with his finger, "you promised me a boy... no,
delay that. You get me two boys for tonight or I'm
going to be using your carcass."

"Two, Lee?"

"You didn't hear me, Ice. Too much of that loud rap
crap playing in your ears?"

"Oh, I heard ya, Lee."

"Good, now tell me what I just said."

"Huh?"

"You didn't hear that?"

"Oh yeah, I heardja."

"Good. Now, say it."

"Well, you said that if I...."

"No, wait a minute."

"Huh?"

Lee decides to play this, to the hilt.

"On your knees and say it."

"My what, man?"

"It's sir to you, boy!"

Ever since the trailer experience, with Ben Browder,
Lee Majors has been getting these signals about Ice
Tray. After viewing the set for `Slingshots In Space',
Lee can guess the storyline of the low budgeted porn
movie. Given enough time to think on it, Ice Tray
slowly sinks to his knees.

"Had a feeling you're a cocksucker, Iceboy!"

While laughing, Lee Majors unzips his pants. The whole
time, Ice's eyes are trained, not on the face, but the
lower half of Lee's body.

"You want to suck daddy's cock,  don't you Iceboy?"

"Uggggnnh!" Ice cries out, with the slap to his cheek.

"I asked you a question, boy?"

Majors didn't really need a verbal reply. He could see
for himself the bulge in Ice Tray's crotch.

"No wonder you boys wear those jeans that are two
sizes bigger than they oughta be!"

Ice looks down, pertaining to his crotch says, "Now,
how did that get there?"

Looking up, Ice Tray gets the shocker of a lifetime.

"Oh fuckin' shit! That's gotta be at least fifteen
inches!"

"Yeah and you're going to be taking it all down,
Iceboy. If it don't go down your throat, count on it
going up your chute!"

Eyes as big as saucers, Ice was trying to calculate
which end would be easier. Taking his sweet time, he
left himself without a choice. Lee takes hold of his
dreads and pulls back, the signal to open up.

"Alright, I'm goin'... I'm goin'... take it easy on me,
bro!"

Ice, on his knees, is begging for Lee Majors to let
him take his stalk down nice and easy like.

"You touch my cock again Iceboy and I'm shoving it
down to your gullet with no mercy."

"Oh, I wouldn't."

"Wrong answer, Iceboy."

"Ughnnnnh!" Ice yells out, falling to the side, where
Majors' hand whacked him.

"Last time I'm telling you boy, that's it's `sir'!"

"Yes, suh... sorry master suh!"

At the first touch of wet, Lee sighs out loudly. It's
been quite a long time since he's had a young pair of
lips caressing his hard shaft.

"Oooh yeah!" He sighs, as he feeds more of his cock
into Ice's mouth. "Oooh yeah... oh fuckin' yeah that
feels nice!"

>From far off, they hear, "Hey Ice, what the fuck you
doing there?"

Ice, cock still lodged in his mouth, turns slightly
past Lee.

"I feel teeth, boy and your balls are dead meat!"

"Un-uh," Ice assures Lee.

In the mean time, the spoken voice contains the verbal
assault, "Iceman, what the fuck you think you're
doing?"

With a weak smile around Lee's impeded shaft, he
shrugs his shoulders. At the same time, Lee is
feasting on this tall, muscular, Latino powerhouse.

"C'mon man, get offa that cock. You know you can't
handle it, bro!" Turning to Lee, he says, "One minute
there, sir."

Lee stands there, letting the Latino take over the
show. He thought the Latino wowed him, with the shirt
on, but after he grabbed the tails and pulled the tee
shirt off over his head, Lee stood in awe. He even
reached out and touched the guy's abs.

"Nice."

"Yeah, thanks. I work out a lot. Just a second here
and we'll have you all plugged in again, sir."

Lee Majors stood amazed at the control this Latino guy
had over Ice Tray, but even more so over himself. Yet,
he sensed the guy to be a most courteously trained
bottom boy. Both delighted his senses.

"Oh, this is not going to work," the Latino gauged.

"Julio, you'd better hurry up. Mr. Majors isn't a
patient man!"

"I'm just trying to figure out the most comfortable
position for him. Don't want him to go spraining his
cock when I swallow it for him."

Lee didn't mind waiting. When he heard the part about
swallowing his cock, that enticed him on, even though
the wait.

"Hey, I got an idea. Why don't we use the sling?" The
Latino suggested, with a chipper attitude.

"Wouldn't somebody mind, if we use the show's props."

"Nah," the Latino reported to Lee.

Ice finally spoke up, saying, "This is Julio
Contreras. He's part owner in the studio, writer and
producer."

"I see. I'm...."

"Oh, I know who you are, Mr. Majors."

Ice looks at Lee, whispering, "He's the one I was
telling you about?"

"Not bad," Lee reported his opinion, even though it a
quite modest one, compared to his real thoughts, plus
his throbbing cock.

As they progressed across the planet landscape, Lee
watched as Julio left a sneaker here, the other there.
Stopping for a moment, he watched the six foot Latino
take down his pants and hang them over a railing of
what depicted the bridge of a space station. He threw
his socks up on the deck of the bridge.

Then, as a test, he commanded, "Leave the briefs on,
boy."

Not a big deal, Julio replied, "Yes, sir. No problem
sir."

Lee smiled. Somebody else must have had great pleasure
breaking this boy in.

"Would you want me faced up or down, Mr. Majors, sir?"

"First you can cut the crap and call me `sir'."

"Yes, Sir and I welcome the punishment."

"Serious man?" Ice questioned Julio's punitive
intentions.

Yes, some master had trained this boy well. On the
other hand, whoever mastered Ice, would be giving the
boy a rude awakening.

"Totally, man," Julio replied to Ice, his eyes
glancing to Lee Majors.

"Ice?"

"Yeah, Lee? I mean Sir?"

"Beat it."

"What?"

"Get lost."

Lee couldn't make it any planner. He watched Ice, a
guy who couldn't be much older than twenty-five or six
years, depart quietly. His shoulders slumped.

"Hey, Iceboy!"

"Yeah?" he turned.

"Thanks!" Lee replied, giving him the thumb's up.

When Lee turned back around, he could see that he
wanted Julio even more than he could ever imagine
wanting someone. He looked forwards, seeing nothing,
but thin air, at first.

"Where'd you go? Oh, there you are!"

"Begging your pardon, Sir, but I figured we should
start this out right."

Lee figured so, seeing the Latino sitting up tall, on
his knees. His hands clasped behind his back,
shoulders erect, yet his head bowed.  Then Lee's eyes
trained on the bulging briefs.

"At ease, boy."

"Thank you, sir."

"Permission granted to speak freely."

"Thank you, Sir. Um, I've got a bed in the back room,
if that interests you?"

"Lead the way, Julio."

Smiling, Julio turned and began walking. Lee followed
the swaying ass cheeks, prisoners of the linen
tighty-whities.

"How old are you, Julio?"

"Twenty-four."

"Kind of young for a producer?"

"And writer. My brother started the company. Ever hear
of `The Contreras Agency'?"

"As in Contreras Marketing, Contreras Mutual Funds,
Contreras Video Sales and Rentals, Contreras..."

"That's enough of a start, Mr. Majors, sir. Um, also
please don't mention to my brother that I don't wear
Contrearas briefs?"

Lee laughed, replying, "Your secret's safe with me."

His opinion of the Hugo Boss low rise briefs was very
favorable!

"Good," Julio replied, entering a room and turning the
light switch on, then continuing, "it would be the
only condition for our relationship."

"My, do you move fast!"

"Come on, let me get you undressed, Mr. Majors and
then we can climb in the bed."

Lee didn't argue, letting the Latino unbutton his
shirt, peeling it back over his shoulders. He had Lee
sit on the bed, while he bent down on one knee, to
remove his shoes and socks. Having walked to the room
with his pants already unzipped and open, his cock
hanging out, balls anchored by his briefs, made
Julio's job all the more easier.

"Please boost your ass up, Mr. Majors, sir, so I can..."

However, Lee saw the point before the instructions
necessitated completion.

"Mmm... can't wait to take care of that for you, Mr.
Majors, sir."

"I bet you can't!"

Not waiting for Julio's go ahead, Lee stretched his
nude body out on the bed.

"Mmmmm... this feels nice!"

"Do you like the room?"

"Beautiful. You do scenes in here?"

"No, actually, I had it remodeled recently."

"Oh?"

"Yes. For you."

"Me?"

Julio sat up on his knees, almost in slave boy
position, his eyes pasted to Lee in the bed.

Smiling, Lee said, "Why don't you lose the
tighty-whities, kill the lights, come lay with me,
I've got a few thousand questions for you, Julio."

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Continued.....

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