Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2011 20:27:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Arnold Bell <arnold.bell@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Space Prison 1

Commander Haigen stormed down the dark and cavernous halls of the asteroid
prison.  He was a tall man with a powerful and muscular physique, well
proportioned to his impressive height.  He wore shining, skin-tight black
spandex pants with a white stripe down the side from his waist to his short
boots.  The pants displayed his powerful legs and legendary manhood well.
He had on a heavy golden belt with a faintly glowing red gem in the center.
His chest was bare, showing his flaring muscles and broad back.  It was
crisscrossed by white bandoliers joined in the center by a golden circle
with a stylized eagle in it.  His shoulders were protected with smooth,
curved pieces of armor made of shining black metal.  He had a thick gold
collar around his neck and a shining black helmet on his head that covered
his hair and his eyes but left his determined jaw uncovered.  On his
forearms he was armored with more black metal over his taught muscles, each
side had another gold eagle impressed into it as a badge of his rank and
authority.

Behind Haigen was a much shorter but hugely muscular man in a flowing black
cape.  He was tan and his impossibly thick muscles strained to tear through
the smooth skin covering them and at the base of each bicep he had a thick
black strap around his arm.  He hid his face behind a red spandex hood that
was fastened like a partial shirt around his collar and midriff.  His eyes
were covered by transparent black fabric, making it impossible to see any
more of his face than his mouth and jaw, just like Haigen.  The straining
half-shirt rested over the man's protruding chest muscles and in the center
was a five-pointed black star.  Below his rock-hard abdominal muscles, he
wore a smooth and shiny leather belt.  On one side, a short two-bladed
sword was fastened and on the other was a ceremonial firearm covered in
scuffs and scratches from extended use.

The man's thin waist gave way to bulging leg muscles, much thicker than
Haigen's.  These were contained in a tight pair of red spandex shorts that
came down only far enough to offer the man's round package enough privacy.
Beneath that, his bare legs were a model of muscular development and he
displayed them well until his calves terminated into his black boots
beneath.

Behind those two men was one of Haigen's personal guards, dressed similarly
to him, but clearly younger and less developed.  He was slightly thinner
but equally well defined and muscled.  He did not have Haigen's elaborate
shoulder and wrist armor or belt but wore a similar bandolier and helmet,
but his long blond hair dangled beneath it and onto his shoulders.

Behind him were two other young men of similar tall stature and build but
they wore spandex shirts with sleeves covering their entire arms.  They had
two white chevrons in the center of their chest in the fabric of the
shirts.  The men had muscular shoulders and backs and filled out their
plain uniforms well, their faces expressionless beneath their concealing
helmets.  They two wore gold belts, but they were thin and had no adornment
of any kind.

As the party walked through the halls, they passed sentries at each set of
doors, the men dressed from head to toe in black like the two men following
Haigen.  They each smartly saluted by snapping to attention and crossing
their forearms over their chests.  Haigen returned the salute with only one
arm, his gait and partial expression showing he was in a hurry and in no
mood for formalities.

The hallway suddenly shook and all of the men stumbled away from the
rumbling, each trying to keep his balance.

"Damn Ilestrians!"  Haigen hissed as the party regained its footing.

"Is this prison in some sort of danger Commander?"  The man in red
demanded.

"No, we are at extreme range of one of their batteries.  They shoot at us
every few hours when they can get a shot."

"Your deflector screens can stop them I trust."

"Yes Admiral, they are shooting anti-ship weapons at a hardened base.  They
just want to annoy us and buck up the prisoners spirits."

"I see, and nothing is done about this nuisance?"

"Perhaps one of your infamous capital ships can do something, and ensure us
both a good night's sleep for once."  Haigen snapped.

He marched up to a large double door with two of the uniformed guards
beside it, the men saluted but rather than returning it, Haigen reached for
the control panel and waved his hand over it.  The doors slid open and he
marched inside.

They entered a large room with a bank of monitors running along one wall.
Along another wall was a bank of controls and buttons blinking away.  On
the other was a pair of heavy locked doors containing one of the prison's
arsenals of weapons.  In the center of the room was a tall, swiveling chair
with a man clad in black sitting in it.  Upon Haigen's party entering he
snapped to attention.

He looked like the other guards except he had a single golden chevron in
the center of his helmet.  He saluted but did not get the gesture in
return.  In front of the chair was a long console with two seats at itwith
two more guards, the men did not turn to acknowledge the visitor and
focused on their monitors.

"Out, all of you."  Haigen ordered as he eased himself into the seat.

"Attention!  We are relieved."  The man with the golden chevron bellowed.
Like robots, the two men at the console stood up, saluted and followed him
out the door.

"Corporals, to your posts.  Kidran, seal that door."  Haigen pointed to his
guard who walked to the door as the two guards took their post at the
command console.  Kidran punched several keys on the control panel and it
went from green to red.  He turned back toward Haigen, who nodded in
approval.  Kidran spread his legs and clasped his hands behind his back in
a resting position.

"This is a great opportunity for us Commander."  The muscular man stood
next to Haigen as he leaned forward with his elbow on his thick black knee.

"Really Admiral Falconaire?  Seems just another prisoner to me."  Haigen
grumbled.

"Come now Commander, you must realize the gravity of all of this."
Falconaire stepped between him and the monitors, his tone growing harsh.

"I realize that you Dreskans are always spoiling for a fight.  Now my world
is shackled to your corpse of a planet."  Haigen sat back up.

"You surely can't mean that.  Look around you, at your tall, beautiful,
pure race.  All the men are the same, with the same fantastic abilities and
endowments."  He motioned toward Haigen's outlined dick in his pants.

"Yes, I am aware.  Keeping the purity of our fine races meant little when
we fought you in the last war."

"Oh nonsense!  That was a war of resources.  You must realize business is
business."

"Your business cost me my left eye!  Remember, super strong as your men
are, I've certainly killed enough of you." Haigen pointed at Falconaire who
stepped away from him with disgust on his face.

"Men like you are so valuable but so stupid Commander.  Why do you think we
will lose this war?  We've pushed them back to their own worlds, they have
no more colonies, their fleets and garrisons are in disarray."

"My home is facing daily bombardment by their cruisers from ranges we
aren't able to stop them from.  How long before we run out of fight and
they strike back right to our gates?  We have no fuel, no energy; we can
only fight so long."

"After today, the fuel crisis will be a memory Commander.  I know it is
hard to guard political prisoners while your comrades are dying in your
stead.  I promise you, these mixed breed abominations will be put in their
place within the month."  Falconaire spoke away from Haigen but smirked at
his barbed comments.

"I see the freaks that you and your enforcers have brought here.  They are
mercenaries with enormous powers, not just foot soldiers or so-called
political prisoners.  Do you know how many of my beautiful men I've had
torn open by monsters able to change shape or disappear?  We've had to
learn how to contain each and every one of these monstrosities and have
paid full coin in blood."  Haigen rose out of his chair.

"I'm sorry for your losses commander, but every war has casualties.  I
suggest you sit back down and do your job."  Admiral Falconaire wheeled on
him.

"I suggest you mind your place in my control room.  Your Dreskan rank is of
no concern to me."  Haigen stood over the much shorter man.

"Perhaps I will see how the warden feels about your insubordination
Commander.  I'm sure he'd simply relish the chance to discipline his top
soldier."  Falconaire's words were cold and he accented them with a light
pat on Haigen's swollen crotch.  Haigen grew pale at the threat and opened
his mouth to apologize but was interrupted.

"Commander, the shuttle is docking."  One of corporals turned to tell him
of the arrival of one of their prison transports.

"Bring all of our available guards to the docking bay."  Haigen ordered as
he sat back in his high chair.

"Such fuss Commander, why are you so worried?"  The admiral stood next to
him, resting his arm on the armrest and turning his blank mask toward
Haigen, daring him to protest the obvious trespass on his turf.

"You don't become a general in the Tomeran army without having some
powerful telekinesis Admiral.  I really don't want to see him drag that
shuttle back at us or my men used as clubs on each other."

"Yes, you are a fragile race as I recall."  Falconaire jabbed and Haigen
took the bait.

"We won the war."  He started to raise his voice.

"Of course you did Commander.  Bring the general in."  Falconaireordered.

"Bring in the general." Haigen's jaw muscles were tight as he gnashed his
teeth in rage at the last comment but he swallowed his anger and did his
job.

One of the men at the command console pressed a button and spoke out the
quick command.  The bank of monitors changed to display only one image in
much larger detail.  It showed a large, two-story room with doors at the
far end from floor to ceiling.  On the main floor stood eight black clad
guards at attention.  On a balcony above them paced four more guards, each
appearing to be clenching and unclenching his fists and stretching his
chest and arm muscles.

The double doors opened and showed a large hangar beyond with a long, sleek
shuttle parked inside.  Two men built much like Admiral Falconaire but in
all white flanked a thick tall man wearing nothing but a tight pair of
leather shorts and a silver collar and his hands manacled in front of him.
Each of the muscular men in white held him firmly by an arm.

"I've never seen your men dressed in white like that Admiral."  Haigen
leaned forward to watch the monitor; the men at the console stole a quick
glance at each other when they heard his comment, knowing well his
reputation.

"Royal guards.  I presume you like what you see?"  Falconaire looked
Haigen's beautiful form up and down as he watched the screen.

"Just a question.  Close the doors."  Haigen kept his mind on his job.
"I'll see what I can do Commander."  Falconaire's tone was friendly but
received no answer.

On the monitor, the thick man came closer to view.  He was tall and
muscular, but his skin was pale and his hair pulled back in a long pony
tail.  His chest was covered in thick hair, balancing evenly on his
powerful muscles.  He had a handsome face with a slight edge of a beard on
it, defining his determined jaw.  He looked around defiantly as his guards
held him tight.

Haigen's guards stayed at attention on the main floor but the men on the
balcony recoiled with their right hands as though they intended to throw
some invisible ball down at him.

Two more guards came forward with a heavy cart containing two small vats of
bubbling blue liquid that spewed steam into the room.  The general looked
at it with trepidation but did not move.

"Look at all of that chest hair.  Disgusting."  Haigen looked at the
prisoner with disdain, his obsession with his own race's superior
characteristics showing through.  Particularly the lack of any body hair he
or his kind had.

"You don't find that somewhat exotic Commander?"  Falconaire asked, his own
race being genetically identical to Haigen's, but allowed to evolve
separately on a world of extreme gravity and harsh sunlight.

"No, I have my preferences."  He gave his guard Kidran a long lustful look
that was countered with a knowing smile from the young guard.

"I see.  Well, I can't complain about the view."  The admiral walked to the
monitor and watched intently.

"This is where it gets rough.  Prep him for holding."  Haigen ordered and
the corporal spoke into the intercom.

One of the black clad guards walked up to the general and removed the
manacles from his hands.  He immediately pulled them back like a bear
threatening his prey.  The royal guards flashed into action, their
impossibly powerful muscles pulling back on the general's arms toward his
side and pulling him to his knees.  Haigen's guards surrounded him, their
arms at the ready like the men on the balcony above but they were not able
to subdue him in time.

A ripple of energy came from the general's right hand and one of Haigen's
guards lifted from his feet with a scream of terror and flew into one of
the royal guards and knocked him free.  The other was far stronger than the
general but he met a similar fate as another muscular guard was flung into
him.

The general opened his mouth in a powerful scream that flung the air around
him into a supercharged wave of wind and knocked Haigen's guards to the
ground.  The general turned toward the double doors and raised his arms
toward it, slowly forcing it open with his powerful command of energy and
matter.

"He must be taken alive Commander!"  Falconaire yelled.

"I'm aware."  Haigen replied as he saw his men and the royal guards regroup
for another fight.

"Activate his collar!"  Falconaire ordered and one of Haigen's soldiers
reached for a control on the console.

"Belay that!  My men have this under control.  No one comes back the same
after a blast from those infernal collars and you know it."  Haigen shouted
and Falconaire gave him a daring look.

While there was a gap between him and the others, the guards on the balcony
thrust their hands forward in near unison and crackling bolts of lightning
came from their fingers into the general.  The beast of a man fought for a
few moments as the royal guards backed away, aware of the damage they could
suffer.  The general sunk to his knees and then back on his heels.  The
guards backed off their attack as the men on the main floor grabbed him by
the arms and turned him toward the cart full of boiling liquid.

As they approached, the general fought back again, tossing one guard back,
but his abilities were quickly interrupted by a flying tackle from the
royal guards, who again retreated from the inevitable volley of electrical
energy, now from above and at close range.

The general was prone on the ground but did not respond to the searing pain
through his body.  The guards on the main floor picked him up while the men
upstairs continued their electrical barrage.  The energy coursed around the
general and in an aura around the muscled guards holding him but they
seemed unaffected.

They dragged him to the boiling liquid and grabbed his stiff, heavy arms
and shoved them each into a vat of the glowing liquid.  He turned his head
toward the camera and let out a shriek of pure agony, his eyes wild with
pain and fury.

Falconaire cackled with delight at the show, forcing back his cape and
placing his fist on his thighs in triumph at the scene.  His overly built
chest heaved, betraying his hidden nervousness at taking in his captive.
On the monitor, the guards let the general sink backward onto his knees.
He looked in disbelief at the lumps of blue crystal on each of his fists
and banged them together to no avail.  His powers were rendered impotent
and he knew it.  He slowly rose; a defeated man with his head hung low and
let the guards take him without protest.

"Very good Commander.  I knew we could count on you to have an innovative
solution."  Falconaire commended Haigen.

"Now I have to feed him."  Haigen's words were dry as he looked down at the
Admiral's erect dick, vaguely repulsed by his sexual interest in the filthy
enemy.

"Nonsense, my interrogators will be here by morning, he will be dead before
lunch."  Falconaire replied pulling his cape in front of his excited
genitals.

"You're going to kill an enemy staff officer?  We have a lot of men in
their prisons as well you know."  Haigen became angry.

"You worry about your mercenary freak show here Commander.  You are doing a
fine job.  This man knows the location of their plutonium reserves."

"Of course, hence the end of our fuel problem.  Perhaps it is above my pay
grade..."

"It is Commander.  Congratulations on your solution to this problem."  The
Admiral interrupted him and turned to the door.  Haigen nodded for his man
to let him leave and watched the admiral's impressive form leave as the
door closed.

"I have an entire prison of monsters with different and deadly abilities,
and now they have reason to send their best men to break my jail."  Haigen
paced about the room watching the monitors.

"Why are you so worried sir?"  Kidran asked.

"My friend, there is no help for us if we have a riot or a break.  We are
here alone against these disgusting things that can do everything from fly
to turn to stone.  I have been a soldier long enough to know there is
already someone coming for him.  Sound general quarters.  I want everyone
on post until he's either dead or gone."  Haigen pointed to the monitor
showing the General being placed in a solitary cell.

"Sir?"  One of the corporals questioned.

"Do it corporal, it's as much for your good as mine.  This war is far from
being won."  Haigen pointed to the control panel and the man obeyed.  His
defined arms flicked over the console until a loud klaxon sounded and the
panel went red.  A thick mechanical voice ordered the prison to full alert
and any guards not on duty returned to their post.  Haigen went to his
chair and prepared to address the facility through a channel audible inside
their shining helmets.  As he reached for the button, the panel lit up and
the warden's gravelly voice came through.

"What is the meaning of this Commander?  Are we under attack?"  The
warden's voice roared through.

"No sir, we have a very dangerous prisoner, I felt it advisable to prepare
for the worst until he is gone."

"Belay that Commander, he is no different than any other prisoner.  I'll
not show weakness to the Admiral by showing how scared we are of his
prisoner."

"But sir, I must protest..."  Haigen was interrupted by a shout.

"Do as your told Commander or I'll find someone who will.  No more
interruptions until this nasty business is over!"

"Yes sir, my apologies."  Haigen closed the channel and marched toward the
door.  The guards did not hesitate and issued the order to stand down the
alert.

Haigen stomped out the double door with Kidran behind him.  His replacement
to take command walked by him with a quick salute that was returned.  His
smooth, spandex covered thigh slid against Haigen's but he had more on his
mind than reprimanding the lieutenant for watching where he went.

Haigen stormed to his quarters and opened the door.  He dismissed Kidran
with a wave of his hand and went inside.  He paced about his Spartan
quarters for a moment, steadying his nerves and collecting his thoughts
about possible contingencies.  As he slowly relaxed to the point he could
calm, he walked to his viewing port and opened it.  Outside he stared at
the swirling asteroid field and the stars beyond.  He saw the flashes of a
space battle not far in the distance and started to long for an end to the
war and a return to his home.  There was a harsh knock at his door and his
thoughts gave way to anger.

"I don't like to be disturbed Kidran!"  He shouted as the door opened.
Outside was not his guard, but one of the muscular royal guards he was
admiring earlier.

"My apologies Commander.  I am here as a gift from His Royal Highness the
Prince, at the orders of Admiral Falconaire."  The man saluted in his own
tradition, his voice reedy and smooth.

"Good, for once I can get my hands on one of you without having to kill
you."  He grabbed him by his bicep and pulled him inside his quarters.

"Sir?"  The guard asked, his voice edged with fear and confusion.

"Nothing.  Just venting some frustration from the last war.  But that has
been ten years now, come in."  Haigen walked to his small dining table and
grabbed a bottle of powerful liquor.

"Yes sir, if it makes you any more comfortable, I was eleven when that war
ended."  The young man stood at attention.  "No, it doesn't, but come here
and lose the cape."  He poured the cloudy green liquid into two oblong
crystal glasses and slid one across the table at the muscular foreigner.
Haigen's dick was becoming harder by the moment as he watched the young
man.  He did as he was told and unbuckled his cape from his shoulders and
placed it neatly on the back of the chair.  He did not touch the glass as
Haigen drained his and poured another.

"Drink it soldier."  Haigen ordered and raised his in a fake toast.

"Yes sir."  The guard gulped down the liquid and gasped for air.

"What's your name?"  Haigen finished his second glass and set it aside.

"Marcek sir."  He replied, his nervousness at his mission showing through.

"Never met one of my kind have you?"  Haigen stepped close to him.

"No sir."  The guard's voice quivered.

"Then you're in for a treat.  Help me get this off."  Haigen turned his
muscular back to Marcek and motioned toward two metal bolts holding the
shoulder armor on.  Marcek pulled on them and the armor came loose,
exposing Haigen's enormous shoulders.

"Do you ever take your helmet off?"  Marcek asked and Haigen chuckled as he
removed his helmet.

Underneath he had short brown hair and a handsome but slightly weathered
face.  He wore a black mask over his eyes, both fashionable in his empire,
and a good way to hide the patch over his eye from his war injury.  "How's
that?"  Haigen asked.

"Thank you sir.  Shall I remove mine?"  Marcek asked.  "Allow me."  Haigen
walked up to his gorgeous gift, his unnaturally large dick almost at full
extension, straining against his spandex pants.  He reached under Marcek's
armpits and grabbed the golden clasps holding his shirt and mask on.  The
young man smiled when it snapped loose and exposed his broad chest and
sides.  Haigen steadied himself after seeing the tan skin and veins on the
shorter man and then pulled the shirt and mask off of him.

He was surprised at the man's gorgeous face, and defined cheeks and lips.
He had piercing blue eyes like Haigen and similar dark brown hair but it
was tousled and spiked in a distinctly non-military style.  He could tell
by his cursory feel of the younger man's shoulders and chest that his
strength was not something to trifle with but his fighting skills with his
own natural abilities made Haigen confident in his own superiority.

"Hard to believe you're a soldier without that stuff on."  Haigen chuckled
and started to suck hard on Marcek's neck and boulder-like back muscles.
"I assure you, I'm very competent."

"I'll be the judge of that youngling."  Haigen mumbled through his kisses
and ran his hands over the man's lat muscles and down to his white spandex
covered ass.  Marcek sighed in pleasure.

"Yes sir, as you wish.  Shall I undress?"  He asked softly.

"I'll take care of that for you."  Haigen pushed him toward his luxuriant
bed and stopped him at the edge.

Haigen stood with his hard dick pressing against Marcek's naval, looking
down at him and into his piercing blue eyes.  The young man simply looked
back up with a slight smile.  Haigen reached on either side of his pulsing
red belt buckle and it released and opened.  He reached behind the golden
eagle on his harness and did the same and it split in two.  He removed the
article and tossed it behind him, showing off his deeply defined chest.
Marcek looked in surprise at the gorgeous Commander and leaned in to kiss
his hot chest and down his arms.

"Lift me."  Haigen pushed Marcek back a step.  "Excuse me sir?"  The young
guard asked as he pulled his hands back from Haigen's hips.

"Lift me up; I want to try something I've been working on.  You can do it
can't you?"  Haigen smiled.Marcek grabbed him under his arms and strained
for a moment before lifting the tall Commander into the air.  He smiled up
at him as his muscles bulged and his chin scraped lightly against his abs.

Haigen let him hold on for a moment before putting his hands on Marcek's
shoulders.  Marcek looked to the side for a moment as little bits of
electrical energy sizzled out of Haigen's fingertips.

"That doesn't hurt does it?"  Haigen asked.

"Um, no..." Marcek's muscles quivered and his veins started to stick out as
he struggled to hold up the commander.

His grip grew vastly weaker and he involuntarily lowered Haigen to the
floor.  Haigen tilted his head back and laughed out loud as he let go of
Marcek.  The guard stepped back and looked at his hands in disbelief.

"I don't understand sir.  Why did I fail?"  He looked up at Haigen with
tears welling in his eyes.

"You are a pup Marcek.  I wanted to make sure I still had my skills from
the war.  I used to be able to do that from many feet away.  You are
nothing without your strength, and with the right discipline, we have
invented a way to take it from you."  Haigen stepped up against his chest
and leaned in for a hard kiss, relishing the smell of sweat and adrenaline
coming from Marcek.

"I see, I did not know that was possible."  Marcek replied, still stunned
at his weakness.

"That trick can work to your advantage too, I promise."  Haigen ran his
hands inside Marcek's shorts over his ass and then to the front, pulling
his erect dick to attention.

The two men kissed and caressed each other's bodies for a few minutes until
Haigen's notorious impatience started to set in.  He grabbed Marcek by the
shoulders and pushed him back and turned him toward the open viewing port.
In front of it was a heavy, uncomfortable armchair made from slabs of
polished metal ore from the asteroid.  He pushed Marcek toward it and
motioned toward the open window.

"It's the best view in the prison, such as it is."  Haigen pushed Marcek
toward the chair and he knelt on it.

"Yes sir, please do what you wish with me."  Marcek put his hands on the
back of the chair and stuck his spandex covered ass out as far as he could.

"I hope you're not a virgin, because I can be a little too much for
beginners."  Haigen pulled down his pants over his dick and ass and let his
enormous cock flop forward against Marcek's ass.

"I have some experience sir."  Marcek's words were edged with nervousness
and eagerness.

Haigen folded his shorts down to expose the guard's tight, round ass.  He
admired the even tan and marbled veins on his thighs and legs.  He put both
hands on Marcek's ass and started to work his cock inside of him.  Marcek
started to grunt and then to whimper slightly, trying to keep the pain he
was feeling to himself.  Haigen was barely inside and knew the guard would
not be able to take all of him the first time.

"Don't worry soldier, we'll get there."  Haigen pulled out and let Marcek
relax for a moment.

"I'm sorry sir, do what you must, I can handle it." Marcek gasped out his
words.

Haigen pushed the head of his dick back into Marcek's ass but put his hands
on the rugged arms of the chair.  His own ass and legs tensed and rippled
as he steadied himself.  His hands again pulsed with electrical energy that
started to play all around the chair.  Marcek looked around in terror but
he felt the same weakness as earlier, but this time over his entire body.
His muscles protested but then gave way and he started to sink forward, he
even felt his eyelids get heavy and start to close.

"That's the way, just needed a little relaxer."  Haigen slid his enormous
dick inside of Marcek without a word of protest until his swollen balls
were against Marcek.

He eased off his electrical attack and the chair ceased to glow.  Marcek's
head rose up a little and he hissed away some of the discomfort he felt.

"That was amazing sir."  Marcek took some deep even breaths.  Haigen felt
his cock throbbing in anticipation but he let his inexperienced servant get
used to the feeling for a moment.

"This next part is going to be a lot more intense, you'll need your
strength."

Haigen brought his hands to Marcek's ass, and started to pump back and
forth.  He pushed on Marcek's back and he started to rock forward and back,
his incredible biceps straining against his forearms as he controlled his
back and forth movements with great precision.  Haigen continued to fuck
him for as long as he could stand it, the black spandex around his quads
stretching as the muscles grew taught and swollen with exertion.

Haigen's hands crackled again with electrical energy, but not with the
gentle tingle from before, but instead with angry arcs flashing around him
and into Marcek's body.  Marcek groaned and then howled but did not break
his rhythmic movement.  Haigen grunted moaned as he pounded Marcek with
increasing ferocity.  The electrical discharges from his hands started to
leap from Marcek's ass and to the metal chair making it glow again.

Marcek's ass clenched so tightly, he could not stand it and clutched the
back of the chair as hard as he could to stop Haigen's advance.  Haigen was
so near completion, he pulled back and forced himself in one more time and
then stopped as his dick got thick.  His groans fell silent as his cock
erupted inside Marcek in a spray of ecstasy.

Marcek stared out the view port, the sensations around him overwhelming his
senses.  He was still as a statue and panting as Haigen pulled free of him
and stepped back.

"Very impressive soldier."  Haigen gasped out as he tucked his cock into
his thin pants and pulled them up.

"Thank you sir."  Marcek stood up but realized he had best watch his
movements.  He turned around but Haigen motioned for him to sit.  He
flopped back onto the uncomfortable chair with his big arms on the sides
and his legs splayed out.  Marcek's fat dick stuck straight up from him and
sweat trickled down the center of his chest.

"As I recall, Dreskan cum was quite the delicious delicacy."  Haigen
advanced on Marcek, sexual hunger still in his eyes.

"Take whatever you'd like sir."  Marcek flexed his chest muscles in an
invitation.

Haigen walked up to him and put one kneed on the chair in front of Marcek's
dick.  Marcek reached down with his hand and ran it up and down the
Commander's smooth muscles.  Haigen grabbed his dick with one hand and put
the other on Marcek's chest.  Again, the gentle sparks of electricity
appeared and Marcek sunk backward as Haigen stroked his dick over and over.
Marcek felt the electrical tingle on his dick as his strength was sapped
away from him and he succumbed to the feeling.

After a few minutes of stroking his dick and watching the beautiful,
helpless guard, Haigen let his impatience get to him again and lowered
himself to the floor on one knee.  He dove in with his warm mouth and
started to suck first on the tip of Marcek's dick and then devoured the
entire thing.  He braced himself with one hand on Marcek's incredible thigh
and slid the other hand under his balls.

He gave him a quick jolt of energy that pushed his dick closer to climax.
Marcek was helpless in the superior officers hands, his senses pushed to
their limits, and the confidence and arrogance of his position were all but
completely shattered by the powerful man.  He let his hand drift down to
the back of Haigen's head and felt it rise and fall as he worked his dick
with perfect precision.

Marcek's eyes opened and he sprung forward a little as his dick clenched
and Haigen sent another charge through it.  He twitched and tensed his body
and flexed his arm muscles as he held off his orgasm as long as he could.
He finally gave in and his dick pumped a long spurt of cum into Haigen's
mouth which he relished as he drank.

Haigen made sure to empty Marcek of every drop of the delicious liquid he
craved before pulling back and standing on his feet.  He licked his lips
and looked down at Marcek, the man clearly incapable of moving or rising at
that moment.

"Just as delicious as I recalled."  Haigen walked over to the view port and
looked out.

The space battle was over and he vaguely wondered which side prevailed.  He
stretched his chest muscles and glanced over at Marcek who was struggling
to regain his composure.

"I shall report back to my quarters sir."  Marcek grunted out as he tried
to sit upright.

"No you shall not.  I'm not done with you.  Relax." Haigen ordered and
Marcek was relieved to sit back again and relex.  Haigen walked over to a
console on the wall and pushed a few buttons.

"Central?"  Came over the speaker.

"This is Haigen, how are the power readings on the cells and deflector
shields?"  He asked.

"Nominal sir, no problems to report."

"Good, I will be retiring for the night.  Have Lieutenant Kidran report to
my quarters."  "Of course."  The voice returned and Haigen turned off the
monitor.

"How does one become a royal guard Marcek?"  Haigen went to his modest
table and sat down.  He stretched his leg out onto another chair and looked
at his guest.

"By birth to start, and test scores."  Marcek sat up in his chair and
adjusted his shorts.

"I see..."  A knock at his door interrupted his next statement.  Haigen
stood up and so did Marcek.

Haigen walked to the door and pressed a release lever to open it.  It slid
to the side and the seductive form of Haigen's guard Kidran walked in.

"You wished to see me?"  He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Come in; meet Marcek of the Royal Guard."  Haigen motioned for him to
enter.  Kidran looked at Marcek and then at the state of missing clothing
in the room.

"A pleasure.  A new toy commander?"  Kidran turned to him, his words
betraying his jealousy.

"Mind your manners.  He is on loan."  Haigen grumbled and sat down.  He
reached over and started to stroke Kidran's firm ass.

"Did you try it on him?"  Kidran asked as he eyed up the tempting subject,
his desires getting the best of him.

"Try what?"  Marcek asked nervously.

"I did my friend; he was extremely receptive to it.  Weren't you?"  Haigen
tapped his fingers on the slab of a table and let electricity play over it
as he eyed Marcek."

"Ah yes, of course."  He blushed through his tan cheeks.

"Now is your chance to try it."  Haigen motioned toward Marcek.

"You'll have to teach me what to do."  Kidran's sexual arousal started to
grow as he took off his helmet.

He too had a thin black mask over his eyes but his long hair draped over
his shoulders.  He unbuckled his belt and removed it and the bandolier and
set them on the table in a heap.  Haigen shoved a glass of the green liquor
over to him and he gulped it down with a painful gasp.  He shook his head
and pushed the glass back as Haigen laughed.  "Come here and lift the
lieutenant, just like you did to me."  Haigen ordered and Marcek walked
over.

Kidran backed up for a second but a nod of reassurance from Haigen made him
stop.  Marcek picked up the attractive officer easily and held him in the
air.

"Now remember, it's about control, just see if you can focus your charge to
overwhelm his muscles.  Don't hurt him."  Haigen paced around the two and
watched with interest as Kidran touched Marcek's shoulders just as he did.

With a sudden blast of electric energy and a howl of pain, Marcek flew
backward onto the heavy chair and Kidran tumbled to the floor, knocking
over the table.

"Dammit!"  Kidran yelled as Marcek tried to regain his composure and stand
up.

"Settle down, we have all night.  There is a problem though."  Haigen
walked over to help Marcek up and let Kidran compose himself after the
aborted attempt.

"What's that?"  Marcek asked.

"It's not with you."  Kidran bellowed, angry at his poor performance.  "No,
it isn't.  It's this."  Haigen grabbed Kidran's large erection with two
hands through his sleek black pants.  "I can help with that.  Care to sit?"
Marcek advanced toward him, his strong hands reaching for his crotch.

"He'll stand."  Haigen ordered and Kidran looked at him and then back at
the inviting muscular man tugging at his waistline.  Haigen eased back in
his chair and crossed his armored arms with a clank.He watched intently as
Marcek dropped to his knees and pried Kidran's dick loose from his pants.

Kidran's masked eyes watched as Marcek curled his smooth, tan shoulder
muscles around his legs as he swallowed his dick deeper and deeper.  He
worked over his cock with eager precision, making sure he pleasured the
handsome man to his leader's liking.  Kidran tensed up his toned arms and
put his hands behind Marcek's head in a firm grip.  He panted as he held
out for the last few seconds of pleasure before letting his load loose in
the man's mouth.

The white cum gurgled out the sides of Marcek's lips but he did not let it
distract him as he finished the job.  He pushed himself back once he felt
Kidran relax, and wiped his mouth on the back of his thick forearm.  He
stood up and looked at him with triumph and gave a cocky wink.  Kidran did
not respond, but put both hands on his waist and leaned forward slightly to
catch his breath.  He looked over at Haigen and smiled between breaths.

"Not bad I would say."  Haigen commented and Kidran acknowledged.

"Not as delicious as your own kind I'm sure, but still well worth the
effort to please my man, no?"  Haigen commended Marcek.  "Indeed sir."
Marcek licked his lips and wiped his chin with his arm again.

A heavy impact struck the prison and knocked Kidran and Marcek to the
floor.  Dust poured down from the rocky ceiling but Haigen did not move.

"Good thing that happened after he finished.  I'd be sending my right hand
man to the infirmary to have something reattached."  Haigen laughed as the
other two stood back up.

"Yeah, good thing."  Kidran protectively reached down to his crotch.  The
intercom on the wall crackled with a man's voice.  Haigen got an angry
expression and stomped over to it.  "What?"  He demanded.

"Sorry to disturb you commander, but we have an incoming shuttle requesting
clearance to land." The voice replied.

"Negative, we are not expecting any shuttles.  They are not to attempt to
land, lock the interceptor rockets on them and bring the deflector shields
to full power.  I'm on my way."  Haigen tromped back to the room.

"What is it?"  Kidran asked.

"It's proof that these arrogant bastards should listen to me more often.
Get dressed."  Haigen started to pull his clothes on and the other two men
did the same.  The intercom crackled again as he was buckling his harness.

"Go ahead."  Haigen demanded as he fastened the clasp.

"It's not a shuttle sir; it's a strike bomber, one of ours.  They are
requesting assistance after a firefight in our sector.  They say they are
badly damaged and need to land immediately."

"Who is the pilot?"  Haigen stopped his efforts to dress.

"Major Vaelis sir."  Haigen looked over at Kidran.

"Request denied.  Notify the warden, and fleet command they have a cripple
out here."

"The warden is unreachable sir; fleet command is not responding either."

"Don't let him land Commander."  Kidran shouted.

"I know my friend; he has no business in this sector, let alone aboard a
strike bomber."

"Who is he?"  Marcek asked, Kidran turned to answer but was interrupted by
Haigen as he pulled on his helmet and shoulder armor.  "He's a former watch
officer here who was sent to the front after suspicions he had something to
do with a mysterious death of an inmate who was about to talk."  Haigen
motioned for the men to follow him and walked toward the door.

A pair of violent hits shook the prison and briefly knocked out the main
power.  Haigen was knocked to the wall, he looked at Kidran, and both men
knew it was rare to have two hits at once.  As he opened the door, a
continuous series of impacts rocked the facility, sounding alarms and
darkening the hallways.  Sections of the ceiling collapsed and the sounds
of men shouting could be heard amongst the sirens.

In his helmet microphone, Haigen heard the screaming of junior officers
sending status reports to the bridge.  He also heard the words he did not
want to ever here, that the deflector screen was down.

He staggered through the hall with the other two men in tow.  He pressed on
the controls on his belt to speak into his helmet microphone.

To be continued!!!!!

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