Date: Fri, 13 May 2005 15:08:09 +0100 (BST)
From: todd weston <toddweston21@btinternet.com>
Subject: the diary of william robinson 10

DAY 386

       When I awoke, with the sun streaming through the opening of the
tent, I soon realised that the object that I was clinging to was not Don
but a rolled up blanket which was, of course, no substitute for warm
flesh. Don had left a note which I read whilst I stroked my erection.

Essentially, it was a list of instructions after an explanation for his
absence. There had been a surge in the magnetite indicator so Don had left
in search of the source. He had extended the force field to include the
shower and my standing place -- so after I had showered and then dismantled
the cubicle, I was to place it in the buggy, prepare a simple breakfast and
finally stand on my spot to await his return. A P.S., indicated he would
explain the details on his return.

With the tasks complete, I was half an hour standing naked on my spot
before he came into view. The suns were not very warm at this time of day
as I watched Don trudge from out of a cave on the far side of a lake. He
was loaded with equipment so he walked slowly but it was not long before I
realised he had decided to wear just boots and a hat. As he neared, I used
a hand control to disengage the force field.

He dumped his bag and equipment near to where I stood and after I had
gained a full erection, he stroked my cock gently before yanking back the
tight foreskin to squeeze the pink cockhead. Then, Don ordered me to kneel
and holding the base of his semi-erect cock in his hand indicated that I
should take it into my mouth which, happily, I did, letting the thick cut
head rest at the back of my throat. As Don began his explanation I sucked-
slowly, at first, which stimulated the long cock to full size making me gag
slightly before I adjusted my breathing.

Don explained that he had discovered a very pure lode of magnetite at the
back of the cave- instinctively he indicated the cave's direction with his
hand but I was not in a position to turn. If, as he believed, it was a
significant quantity and excellent quality, after samples were back at
Jupiter possibly we could have sufficient ore for many years to come. As a
consequence he had altered our timings for the day. First, we would eat,
then second pack the buggy and drive to the cave in order to mine and
finally wait in the cave until the heat had subsided before returning to
Jupiter.

Don withdrew his erect cock from my mouth leaving it dangling before my
lips. By now, being aware of some of Don's wish list, I used, without being
told, my lips, tongue and teeth on his wet reddening head whilst he
continued with his orders.

I was to place all the other equipment in the buggy whilst he took down the
tent- then he would choose our clothing for the return to Jupiter- although
I knew I had to remain naked until I was told otherwise- and then he added
that he had not forgotten his talk which would now occur in the
cave. Finally, he explained that we would stop, just short of Jupiter, for
me to be correctly dressed and at that point we could judge how far the
others were from the ship. After he had concluded, he asked me if I
understood my duties to which, after reluctantly releasing his cockhead, I
replied `Yes Sir!'- at which point he yanked me upwards and with a sharp
slap on my rear ordered me to breakfast.

After I had eaten and undertaken my tasks, I went outside to wait for Don
who was undertaking a buggy check. Once complete, he drove near to where I
stood and, on his command, I climbed aboard. Don had chosen just to wear
surfie shorts leaving his chest bare. As we drove, he announced that a spot
for William Robinson to stand and display, was an excellent idea and that
there would be plenty of opportunity to use the practice in the future. The
journey was short- passing the lake on our right then across a sandy
ridgeway before reaching the cave -- into which Don backed the buggy. The
cave, although having a wide entrance, twisted and narrowed inside thus the
buggy was only able to be driven in a short distance. Don unloaded the
drill and boxes as I walked to the cave's entrance to admire the view.

The place where we had set up the tent was hidden from our view by the cave
wall although our swimming lake was partially visible. Immediately outside
the cave, going slightly upwards from left to right, was the sandy
ridgeway- beyond this a steep drop and beyond that were the salt flats we
had skirted yesterday. In the distance were the plateaux and hills in which
Jupiter was hidden and to their left the woods and land in which the others
had decided to explore. The sky was a clear pale blue but the whole
landscape shimmered in the increasing heat.

Don came up behind me pressing his body into my back then wrapping his arms
around locked me into a tight embrace before pressing his cock onto my bare
flesh. His fingers toyed with my nipples which made me squeal and squirm
before he groped and crushed my, by now, very hard and throbbing cock
between his large hands. After he yanked down and crushed my balls, he
turned me embraced me then gestured to the back of the cave. I knew he
wanted to mine the magnetite but he had heightened my desire for another
opening to be explored. As if reading my thoughts, Don mentioned that after
our labour there would be time for his sex related talk followed by sex.

The lode was very wide and ran from top to bottom at the back of the cave-
it did vary in thickness but there was no escaping the quantity and
importance of the glittering ore. Magnetite is difficult to extract because
of its hard structure so Don chose the diamond drill which unfortunately is
both noisy and dust forming. Hence, we wore masks across our face but after
the first piece was removed I was sent to sit in the buggy as Don
continued. It was only during a break between drilling that I heard the
noise -- fearing Don would not hear, I shrieked loudly and just I was about
to go to him, a very dusty Don appeared at my side. Immediately, he placed
a strong force field across the cave entrance which reduced the noise;
then, quickly, we pulled the buggy a few feet further into the cave before
Don ordered me to hide in the back of the cave with instructions not to
appear until he told me to return. Eventually, I did as I was told but not
without a degree of reluctance which caused Don to shout at me even louder.

After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, Don
yelled and ordered me to return although even through the force field the
noise had increased. Don had his back to me and as I quickly gained his
side his arm came to rest on my shoulder as we watched the stampede of
animals passing the cave entrance. Without the force field their hooves
would have forced large quantities of sand and dust into the cave which
would have been no good for all its occupants especially the buggy. The
beasts were running fast and hard - with both purpose and direction. They
were taller than deer but ran as fast- chunkier than a horse but with the
air of a camel. They were tan in colour with some variation -- their
distinctive features being their extremities- a thick elongated horned head
with huge nostrils and four thick sturdy cloven feet which had clearly
developed to aid swift movement- as in this flight. What was startling was
their number, for although they were only passing the cave two or three
abreast, it was nearly half an hour before the stragglers ended the herd's
passing.

Don was slowly edging towards the cave's entrance when he pulled himself
into the wall. I had no hesitation in diving behind the buggy as the
spacecraft passed. Their total was probably diminished by viewing from the
cave entrance as I guessed more were flying overhead. When I peered from
behind the buggy, Don was now lying face down looking into the sky; there
were basically three types of craft- firstly, a large bulky ship which
seemed designed for transport; secondly, a long but wide ship equally as
slow as the transports and finally a small ship which darted across the sky
in an apparent disregard for direction.

The craft disappeared and Don gingerly crawled towards the cave
entrance. He motioned for me to disconnect the force field and then he
ventured out. Don was absent for no more than two minutes and when he
returned he ordered me to find binoculars and the yellow sleeping
sheets. He pulled off his surfies and replaced them with a long sleeping
shirt and a hat. I passed him the equipment and he indicated he would
scout. Once more he ordered me to the back of the cave, telling me to
ensure that the force field was on before I did so. As he reached the
entrance he turned to ensure that this time I did as I was ordered, stating
that later he would punish me for failing, earlier, to do as I was told. As
I settled at the back of the cave, I had every indication from early
encounters with my father to realise what Don intended to do to me.

After ten minutes, I heard Don shouting for me. I released the force field
and he entered. I was to follow him- staying naked- but with a sleeping
sheet wrapped around me and with a hat on. Outside he re-energised the
field and I followed him along the sandy ridge which was covered with hoof
prints. The prints climbed upwards and then disappeared over a gap in the
hill crest but Don and I diverged from the path and went on all fours to
scramble up the right hand side of the crest to a place where it had
weathered. Don pulled my sheet and hat from me and lay the sheet on the
ridge- Then, I was forced face down on to the hot sand and ordered to
shuffle forwards until I could see over the crest- as I lay still Don I
realised had pulled up his shirt for when he lay on me it was flesh on
flesh. He wedged his fully erect cock between my cheeks and, with this
weight on me, my front moulded into the loose but sharp sand. I was looking
down into the bowl shaped valley as Don wriggled on top of me before he
wrapped the sheets around our heads.

Before us lay a deep wide large bowl of a valley across which snaked a
shallow river. The sides were steep but unlike the areas we had crossed
there was lush vegetation by the water's edge. Running at approximately
right angles to the river was a sandy path along which the herd was still
running- they were aiming for a ford crossing after which their path veered
left taking them parallel with the river and then southwards out of the
valley. At the ford lay the hunters.

The ships, except for a few transports, were by the steep valley side
beyond the river. At the ford animals were being slaughtered or captured as
the herd fought their way southwards.

Then Don handed me the binoculars to see more closely what was happening.

It was not possible to see how alien the hunters were as all were encased
in clothing -- but they were ordered as the completed their task. As the
herd galloped down the valley the catch had not reduced the herd by
significant numbers even though both live and slaughtered flesh filled ten
transports.

Eventually, the hunters returned to their respective ships and after a
short period of calm the transports flew northwards whilst the remaining
craft veered south. Don suggested that they were unlikely therefore to be
in Jupiter's vicinity -- well at least in the immediacy- but he stated we
would remain on the crest for a short time. He must have known his weight
was causing me discomfort even though I knew it was not part of the
punishment.

Eventually, Don was satisfied that the ships were not returning and after
releasing the pressure on me ordered me to stand. We walked back to the
cave unclothed, with full erections, but additionally my skin was red, sore
and encrusted with sand grains. Once inside the cave, Don ordered me to
stand facing the cave wall with my hands clasped behind my head. I could
hear him re-energise the force field and settle the equipment in the buggy.

Finally, I was ordered to turn to view a seated naked Don.