Date: Fri, 06 Oct 2006 16:15:05 +0000
From: vlad 885 <vlad885@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Maritan

Spencer looked out the window into the inky black of space, he knew which
of the dots of light was Earth and longed to make his first voyage there.
He was born on Mars in 2202 and grew up in agro dome 5 with his single
mother, his father unknown to him. When she died of illness Spencer was
shipped off at age 10 to live with his uncle on mining station 17. As
asteroid Ida swung gently into view he remember his Uncle as a gentle yet
uncaring man who really didn't want Spencer but tolerated him. His Uncle
was killed in an accident as the machines mined deposits of nickel, iron
and magnesium. The life of an astrominer was dangerous so the corporation
provided a handsome life insurance but sadly they were obliged to give it
all to his Uncle's ex wife. She wanted nothing to do with Spencer and so at
age 13 he was alone on the station.

Corporate money had long ago overcome nationalist governments who were now
relegated to begging for corporate handouts, leaving Spencer without the
money to leave the station, nor the ability to work at his age. Catching
his own reflection in the window the boy with wispy longish blond hair and
a light sprinkling of freckles on his fair complexion, though of the man
who took pity on him. Larry ran the only watering hole left on the station,
now that mining operations were winding down. Larry fed Spencer for free in
return for clearing and dealing with the recycling, a low skill job which
Spencer was technically not qualified to do. His spindly arms and small
hands did come in handy for dealing with machine jams, all too frequent
with the old equipment.

"We're done Spence let get out of here" Larry called, ready to close up for
the night.

" A ships coming" the boy replied

" Oh yeah, what kind?" Larry enquired, eager for business.

" Don't know.... decent size I'd guess, they have 4 barges tethered at the
dock.

"Well, we'll find out soon enough then, let's go boy"

Spencer had depleted his Uncle's station account within a couple of months
and traded what little valuables he had left to pay rent on his tiny
cabin. Larry had kept Spencer's creditors at bay as long as possible, while
dead end enquires were made about long lost relatives but eventually
Spencer needed to pay. The station was now made up entirely of men, few
woman ever ventured into the pits of asteroids, children were even rarer,
Spencer was the first and only child on the station. Most men were young
and looking for a quick buck, or like Spencer's late Uncle looking to get
away from something.

Spencer walked into this 3 by 2 meter Cabin as the lights flickered on. He
had a small head with shower and an upper berth above his tiny sitting
area. He had used the integrated station computer to good use over the past
year as he educated himself on mining operations in the hope the he would
be able to work when he turned 16, a bit over a year and half from now.  A
buzz at the door disturbed Spencer's reading as he spoke to the voice
activated lock, "open"

A young 20 something miner stepped in "Spence" he greeted.

" Hey, number one or two today?" Spencer inquired, getting right to
business.

" Just a suck today" the man replied, taking a seat and reclining.

Spencer had learned his only skill once the money had run out. Larry had
taught him, he was his first customer. Larry never allowed Spence to do if
for free. Spencer peeled his shirt off and the miner's pants down then
began his work. Spencer had become rather skilled and had earned the
nickname " station 17 boy" from some of the passing freighters. He found it
difficult and disgusting at first but necessity won over fear and
nausea. Spencer was now quite comfortable with his regular clients and
learned their preferences but except for Larry it was all business, Spencer
always did his best work for Larry. The man had called up some woman's
picture on the computer and was calling her name as the boy finished him
off, living up to his reputation.

The next day the lithe teen went to visit another regular, the dock master,
an excellent source of information on incoming ships.

"Spence, it is Tuesday already?" the burly man who reminded Spencer of
Santa Claus asked as the boy entered the tug control room.

"Nope, just wanted to bug ya"

"Ah, well then you'd be wantin' to know about the ship eh?, well it's a new
one, a Star Master"

"oh yeah" Spence said despondently.

"Those are mostly automated, 4 crew max, oh well" The boy lowered his head
and turned.

" Hey still might get some business for ya" the master called as the boy
left the room.

Spencer unzipped his one-piece jump suit, the only cheap clothing available
on the station and tied the arms around his waste as he passed through the
hot part of the old tub where all the mining machines turned out raw ore
for loading into the containers. Arriving hot and sweaty from the
cross-station journey he entered the diner and greeted Larry.

"Hey"

"hey, hot boy"

"you old guys think you're so funny" Spence jibed as he pulled his suit
back up.

"Spencer, how are you my boy" a familiar voice asked in a sincere yet
shallow tone.

" Mr. Modd, sir, I'm fine thank you" Spencer replied flatly.

Modd was the Station administrator, always oh so polite and well spoken in
an annoyingly superior way.

"You know Spencer I'm glad I bumped into you, why just yesterday Mr. Honges
was asking about you. He's still willing to arrange your transport to 101,
oh and by the way Spencer, you'd have a lot more customers over there"
Mr. Modd said with a vane smile.

Modd had tried to get Spencer packed off the Station 101 before, with the
promise of a lucrative life at a more populous station but Spencer was
unwilling to leave the only man he trusted, Larry. He also disliked Honges
even more than the snake Modd. When the fat smelly man did pay a visit to
Spencer's cabin he always wanted it cheap and kinky. In fact he wanted it
dirty but Spencer never gave in to that, even at a premium. Thankfully
Honges couldn't get away from his own station very often.

" No thank you sir, I'll stay here," Spencer said just politely enough.

"Well my boy, you could be here an awfully long time you know. You're just
too small for any freighter captain to take you on I'm afraid, I know it's
a sharp cheddar to swallow my boy but there it is"

Swallow yeah I know all about that, Spencer thought, why can't this asshole
just talk like an asshole instead of pretending he cares.

" Well I'm off chaps" and with that the snake slithered out the door, while
Larry and Spencer shared knowing looks.

"Maybe you should go Spence" Larry said

" what?" Spencer was shocked

" there's a lot more freighters that will dock at 101 and who knows you
might get a Captain to take you as a deck boy"

Spencer knew there was truth in that but most Captains wanted strong deck
boys to lug equipment around and be a general go for, not many ships could
justify a Captain's pet to the corporation.

" You really think Hoggy would let me leave once he got me over
there... don't think so" Spencer answered his own question, leaving Larry
to just shrug.

Spencer had just returned to the diner that evening wearing his suit open
with only one arm sleeved having fought with the recycling machines. The
cooler air felt good on his half exposed chest causing Spencer to pull his
zipper lower. There it was, in full view in the bay window, the Star
Master. A large container ship, almost fully automated a pilot, a captain,
and one or two engineers. Odds weren't good for much business but Spencer
was still in awe of the metal beauty.

" And here's the lad I was telling you about now" Larry said to a man
seated at the bar. Well a customer, Spencer thought, that's something
anyway. Spencer turned to face the man as he looked over, ensuring his open
suit displayed his figure well and he gave his best 'good boy' smile.

" Hello sir" he said softly.

The man was stunned to see this small 14 year old before him, jacket half
open exposing one of his tiny nipples and lily-white chest. Larry wasn't
joking this is a nice kid and what a nice smile I wonder if the bartender
was telling me the truth with that sad story of his life, the man thought.

" Well, ... hello then" The man fought to say.

Spencer sat up on the bar stool beside the man, close enough to give him a
good view and then he saw it on the man's shoulders.

" Holy crap you're a Captain!" Spencer said loosing his composure.

" I hope that doesn't mean you charge extra" the man tried to joke,

"Oh sorry, no no, it's not... I just never seen a Star Master before and
well not many Captains" Spencer tried to recover from excited boy back to
seductor.

"Well I'm due on board shortly for the load check, I wish I had more time
to spend with you sir" The captain reported formally.

Spencer was spinning, a Captain, men don't call me sir, I call them that
and does he want me or what.

"I can be quick" Spencer spat out.

"Ah well perhaps it would be better if you came aboard"

What! did I just get invited to board his ship!

" Unless of course you're not able," The Captain said after Spencer's
prolonged pause.

"Oh, I'm so able Captain" Spencer snapped out of his self talk.

" Right, well then can we embark immediately," the Captain asked.

Getting a nod from Larry Spencer took the Captain's hand and started for
the door when the man pulled his hand free, "sorry lad, can't have that"
and then proceeded Spencer out into the hall.

Spencer followed subserviently behind to the dock where they boarded a
Tug. The automated ship ferried them to the hulking Star Master. Spencer
was darting from side to side in the Tug as the Captain was pointing out
various features. Once aboard they walked the hallways up to the
Bridge. Spencer was amazed at how clean and new everything looked. The
Captain touched Spencer on the shoulder as the boy had ignored the
Captain's gestures to be seated. Spencer clued in and sat as the Captain
took a report from the engineer and proceeded through a checklist with the
computer.

Spencer was locked in rapture, walking through the computer commands in his
head with the Captain, only a few were unknown to him from is
self-education on the station.

"Right yes, well then please avail yourself of my cabin to prepare
yourself," The Captain commanded.

As Spencer remained still the Captain tried again " My cabin.. down the
hall port side, feel free to use the shower"

" Oh right away sir" Spencer bolted to the cabin labeled Captain Callum
Worthy and activated the door.

The Cabin was luxurious by any standard; Spencer had expected something
more functional. After showering Spencer rolled naked around the bed
enjoying the soft fabrics on his flesh. The Captain entered and spoke to
the door "lock" and then began to remove his uniform.

"What's the rate then?" the Captain asked.

"What are we doing?" Spencer delayed his answer wondering if he should
gouge him or charge the miners rate.

The Captain continued to negotiation " full service"

"1000" Spencer threw out, he usually got 800 from the miners.

"Fair enough then"

Shit I could have got more, Spencer thought, well I'll just add on any
extras full service can mean anything.

The Captain was now fully naked his endowment appeared above average. When
Spencer moved to pleasure him the Captain pushed him back on the bed and
began to pleasure the boy. Now this was new, Spencer thought as he was
pleasured, until the man's began to kiss his face then lips. Spencer rolled
his head away. " I don't do that," he snapped.

"Oh sorry, well your turn then" The Captain said quietly

Spencer got to work, a job he knew well and took control of the
situation. After a time Spencer was entered and the Captain finished inside
him. The two lay still for a while Spencer not sure why the man was still
on him.

" I have to piss" Spencer finally said to break the silence. The Captain
pulled out and off the boy, who trotted off to the head. Returning Spencer
stood at the bed while the Captain was lost looking at his lean soft young
teen body. Finally he said, "can we pleasure each other?"  "at the same
time I mean"

"200 more" the professional in Spencer answered.

"Alright"

Spencer positioned himself for the double pleasure, working hard for his
extra money bringing the Captain to completion again. Strangely though the
Captain was still working on Spencer, who thought to stop him but the man
did agree to pay extra. Shortly after Spencer gave the Captain his load. He
lay panting his head behind the man's legs. Rolling over Spencer said
"right then Captain, are we done" in a playfully mocking tone.

"Yes quite" was the reply.

Dressed and at the computer both used their voice and thumb codes to
transfer 1200 credits to Spencer's account, just enough to cover this weeks
rent. As they rose the man kissed the boy the cheek.

"Captain! No kissing now," Spencer said semi-playfully.

"Call me Callum please Spencer"

"Call me Spence please Cal" The boy retorted and stuck his tongue out.

As Spencer toured the ship on a different route back to the tug he blurted
out "do you need a deck boy?" in the middle of the Captains explanation of
ship's function.

"Ah well we're not crewed for that, just me the pilot and engineer, really
the machines do all the rest. The biggest challenge is managing the
boredom" The captain replied with a chuckle.

Spencer was despondent the rest of the way back to the Tug and once he got
back to his cabin he locked himself in and though of what might have been.

Spencer was doing his morning duties in the diner casting an occasional
glace at the loading of the freighter. It would have to be pulling out
really soon.

"Well just who I'm looking for," said the syrupy voice of the snake Modd.

"There's enough in the account to cover the rent Mr. Modd sir" Spencer said
as he turned, his head cocked in a passively aggressive stance.

" Well actually my boy I don't need any rent as you're moving out" The
smiling snake told him.

" I told you I'm not going to 101" Spencer said defiantly

" Well don't get all hot under the collar now, you have a corporate
standard to uphold" Modd said as he slithered over his outstretched arm
with a data card.

Spencer took the card with his name on it, he looked at Larry who was
smiling did he realize I'm being shafted? Could he be in on this eviction,
Spencer thought.

"Read the card Spence" Larry said, reading the boys expression.

Spencer L. Rhead Captain's assistant Star Master Beausejour Nexstar
corporation.


Chapter 2

The Beausejour had made it's way around the mining tubs and picked up a
full load and then fired it's engines for a return trajectory to
Earth. Spencer had fallen into a routine based around the Captain's
schedule. There was a regimentation to the man which eventually began to
bore Spencer who was used to a much more variable life.

Spencer was returning to the bridge after spending a couple of hours
assisting the engineer, who didn't mind the company but really didn't need
any help. The Captain had made it clear during embarkation that he was the
only one to receive service and that Spencer could assist with ships
functions only as long as it wasn't disruptive. Spencer liked the engineer,
he reminded him of Larry the bartender on the station, kind and
patient. The pilot however was another matter. Spencer had thought the
pilot would be someone he could like and really learn from. When he first
boarded it was the pilot that took him around and went through all the
safety functions, ensuring Spencer knew exactly what to do. It was little
comments that had built up over time that had caused Spencer to find the
man difficult to like.

"What about the life boat?" Spencer asked

" Top, port side above Aux control, why?" The young man asked.

" Don't I have to know anything about it?" Spencer enquired.

" Nope, essential personal only, mind you it's not much help anyway, you
could use it just to get to another freighter, not back to Earth on it's
own."

"Wouldn't they send a rescue ship?" The naïve boy asked.

" Oh most likely, they'd want the ore and perhaps to recover the ship if it
didn't end up too far off course but that would take months at least, crew
recovery would really be up to passing freighters, if they had enough fuel
to change course and still make it home." The pilot explained " We'd run
out of air if we lost power, and let me tell you boy, Captain's assistants
are the first one's out the airlock in a case like that".

Spencer had though the man was joking back then but now he figured he was
serious. At least he had the Captain and Engineer on his side.

Spencer entered the Bridge to find it empty, not unusual as the ship only
required minor corrections along the trip home, now 4 months out of the
asteroids. Spencer approached the console and was looking at the data, they
were 32 days from Luna station where the great container ship would drop
its load.

"Back" a voice snapped on the Bridge. It was the pilot walking in as he
gestured with his arm, Spencer stepped directly backward.

"How many times do I have to tell you boy! Stay away from the control
console" The pilot snapped, purposely using the slang for a deck
boy. Technically Spencer was an Officer Cadet but the pilot had really
never liked the Captain bringing a 'pet' aboard.

"I was just looking, I'm not stupid" Spencer had given up being polite long
ago.

" Yeah, just looking could get us killed. Go bug the Captain or something"
The pilot retorted dismissively.

Spencer wandered slowly out of the Bridge to upset the Pilot further. He
ended up in the Captain's cabin. He didn't think it could happen but he was
bored of this ship, he wanted off, he wanted to be on Earth now!. The
Captain found him lying on the bed his feet on the floor, staring up.

"Spence?" the man enquired.

The boy raised his head and peered at the Captain in acknowledgement.

" You seem out of sorts lately?"

Spencer sat up " I just wanna get to Earth"

" You really don't like here do you? I told you it would be a boring ride"

" Yep, you did" Spencer said flatly.

The Captain examined his assistant. Spencer had grown 5 inches and his
shoulders had broadened. With the shorter hair cut the Captain had given
him he was the perfect example of a boy, slim, fit with some muscle and his
smooth skin. This was it, from here on out it was on to man hood. Oh
Spencer had an average endowment for his age and certainly pubic hair but
was still boyish in appearance.

"Take your shirt off" The Captain commanded.

Spencer sat up straight and hocked his head to one side

"Captain?... it's only 1600?" Spencer knew everything was done on schedule
with this man, this was new.

Spencer unbuttoned his uniform's duty shirt and cast it aside, he leaned
back on his outstretched arms and cocked his head so that his cheek touched
his shoulder, in a sexy pose.

"You are so beautiful" the Captain admired

"I know" came the cheeky response

" I have a report to send then we can enjoy ourselves" The Captain said as
he turned his attention to the computer.

Spencer got up walking over to rub the man's shoulders and neck.

" Maybe my uniform should be shirtless" he said softly in the man's ear as
the Captain tired to finish the report quickly.

Spencer had learned new things he could do with the Captain but there was
rarely any spontaneity. He had been instructed on massage, the Captain
particularly enjoyed having his feet rubbed. Spencer was often massaged by
his master who seemed to enjoy touching the boy more than any other
customer he had ever known. Spencer had begun to worry that the Captain was
becoming too attached and may attempt to keep him on the ship but he knew
the pilot would be more than willing to help get him disembarked should it
come to that.

Spencer left the Captain to his work and stripped off the rest of his
uniform and left it were it fell. Soon the Captain joined him both naked on
the bed. The Captain was on top rubbing their bodies as they
embraced. Spencer had long since given in to the Captain's pressures and
allowed kissing and in fact found that the man was greatly impassioned when
the boy was the more active in that.

The man was also fond of positions that allowed him to face Spencer. He got
off the boy and pulled his hairless legs up and over onto his own
shoulders. Positioning himself to enter Spencer and still kiss with
him. Most men on the station would rather see the top of Spencer's head
rather than the front but his position was hard on the boys back, so they
didn't do it for long.

When Spencer boarded the Captain was quickly satisfied but now with regular
servicing and more familiarity Spencer was able to keep him going much
longer. The pair now moved into the other preferred position, the Captain
prone while Spencer straddled the man, taking him inside him and pumping at
his own pace. The Captain pleasured the boy with his hand during, often
expecting Spencer to reach completion before he did. Spencer found a
comforting feeling in giving while receiving pleasure. He was able to
accept the Captain entirely in him and was more tolerant of the man
remaining in him and cuddling during the after sex. Although Spencer did
realize the dangers of this bonding with his friend yet customer.

" Ok , I'm getting up now" Spencer reported as he lay held in the powerful
arms of the softened Captain.

"Lets kiss some more" the Captain requested.

Spencer wriggled the man's member out easily and was released from his
grip. Sitting up on the man's legs the boy replied "I've had enough"

"This is the after part" The Captain explained, hoping to re-engage his
satyr.

"No, this is the after, after, after part" The boy said playfully.

After a short pause the boy gave in and crawled up to the man and began a
passionate and aggressive kissing session ,while the Captain again
pleasured him with his hand. Spencer broke off the kiss as he reached
orgasm with loud throaty grunts. The Captain continued to stroke him softly
even after he had deposited his load. Spencer had no idea that he could
enjoy such after touching so much.

Ships operations continued at a metonymic pace, as it seemed to Spencer the
ship inched closer to Earth. He had stayed well clear of the Bridge during
the last couple of days of the approach, with the pilot furiously going
over the computer's calculations for the final insertion burn. Spencer
could now see his goal, the bright blue ball of Earth out of a port window
on the lower deck. He wondered what it would be like to finally stand on
his home planet. He broke away from his dreaming and returned to the
Captain's cabin for the last night before docking.

Spencer woke and separated the sticky bodies in order to drain his
bladder. Returning to bed he started to lick the Captain into hardness. The
man stirred and mumbled "what a nice way to wake up".

Spencer quickened giving the man his best effort, including wiggling a
finger in his anus, as the Captain often liked. The Captain may not have
realized it then but it was the last pleasure he'd have for quite some
time. After a lengthy lick down and cuddle the two were disturbed by a page
from the pilot. " Captain to the bridge, docking to commence"

They both quickly cleaned up and presented themselves as the moon was
filling the window on the bridge. The pilot worked expertly to guide the
massive ship into the Luna dockyard. The dock itself was massive, Spencer
marveled, there were already 4 other freighters in port. After docking and
shut down the crew boarded a tug and descended to the moon.

It was a rougher ride than Spencer imagined, he was used to being
weightless in a tug and now there was some gravity as the tiny ship auto
piloted to the surface. On landing they were recorded by the entry computer
and allowed into the base. It reminded Spencer of his childhood days in the
agro dome with the high sweeping ceilings.

After reporting to the Nexstar corporate office the crew was relieved until
the ship was reloaded.

" Well thanks for everything Captain"

"You're going now?" The Captain was shocked

"Yeah well I didn't come all this way to see the moon!" Spencer knew a
quick clean break was best, less chance of an appeal to remain.

"We'll it's been wonderful, my best voyage ever. Message me whenever you
think to and keep me updated" The Captain was outwardly stolid but Spencer
knew the emotional effect this was having on him inside.

He saluted the Captain, incorrectly, but the effort was appreciated and
with that the boy turned and walked to the transport hall. Once inside he
took a tram for passenger ships and entered a vast courtyard of people
rushing about from gate to gate.

Spencer walked to a computer and was greeted. He entered his card and
selected options for transport to Earth. He worked for 20 minutes but was
denied passage each time, even though he appeared to have enough
credits. Finally he pressed the assist option and was told by an operator
that he didn't have the correct visa. Spencer didn't understand what he was
being told and was directed to a government passport office.

Once finding that in another hub of the station he waited quite some time
to get the attentions of a uniformed government officer.

"So what's the problem sir?" asked the agent in a disinterested tone.

" I can't get a ticket to Earth, they said something about a visa problem?"
The tired and frustrated boy replied.

The man held out his hand for Spencer's card and entered it into the
computer.

After a few seconds the man gave his report " You're a marsy"

"What?"

"You were born on Mars, you're a Martian", the man explained

" so?"

"So you can't just visit Earth without the proper permissions, Earthers
can't just go to Mars anytime they feel like it either sir" looking down at
the computer screen the man continued " how did you get here?"

" I took a freighter from station 17"

"why aren't you taking it to Mars?

" cuz I want to go to earth" the exasperated boy explained.

"What is the purpose of your visit? Are you seeing relatives?"

" No I want to live on Earth"

" oh I see well you need an immigration visa then, go back to Mars and
apply"

"Back to Mars! That's crazy," The boy shouted.

"Sir, I don't make the laws the corporations do, you can't go to earth
without a travel or immigration visa," The man said sternly to the
boy. Looking at Spencer's disheartened face the man continued to call up
the boy's information on the computer. "Listen, you're best bet is to talk
to your corporation, they can best advise you"

"really? How" Spencer was ready for any help at this point.

"Pod 9 section 3, follow the signs."

Spencer traveled for another hour to reach the Nexstar corporation's
offices, his hope of reaching Earth dangling on a thread. Arriving there he
found a short lanky man with an effeminate manner. "Nexstar corporation how
may I be of service sir"

Spencer just handed him his card, he was tired and down trodden.

"Oh thank you sir," the man said inserting the card into his
computer. "Officer Cadet Rhead, how can I help you today?"

"I want to get to Earth... I want to live there," Spencer explained.

"Oh... well we don't have any postings on Earth sir, why do you want to go
there?"

"What can I do" Spencer sighed.

"Well you can go back to your freighter"

"No I mean to get to Earth .. I can do things for you if you help me"
Spencer smiled coyly trying all his options.

"I'm afraid I'm not into little boys sir" the man chuckled.

Insulted Spencer turned to walk away when the man said" I can direct you to
someone who may be able to help"

Spencer whirled quickly and listened as he was directed to another agency
and after more travel and waiting he finally got to see someone.

" Spencer Rhead" a woman asked.

" Me!" Spencer stood.

"This way honey" She replied and walked ahead of him into a large office.

"Ok, the Nexstar agent said you want a job on Earth?" She enquired

"oh so much, yes" Spencer said eagerly.

"Ok, here's the deal. A work visa on earth is 500,000 credits, I can
arrange a loan if you can put up half" She said as she sat at her desk.

Spencer collapsed into a guest chair and said softly " I've got no where
near that"

"ok, well new deal, you can take out a bond" The woman smiled and nodded.

" What does that mean?"

" well you work for free until you pay off the cost of your visa, the
corporation loans you the money in effect" The middle aged woman with died
blond hair took a softer tone with Spencer " It means you can't quit or
leave or do anything without corporate approval honey".

Spencer nodded, "how can I get that"

" We'll I find you a corporation that's looking for workers and hook you
up, now I understand you'd do personal service?" She asked.

" Yeah I was the Captain's assistant"

"Ok honey, but did you assist him the bedroom, if you get my meaning" she
asked.

" Oh yeah and did that on the station too" Spencer said excitedly.

" Good, good then how old are you".

Spencer didn't answer thinking he might lie but she had his damn data
card. " Almost 15" He replied sheepishly.

"Ok good, anything you won't do?"

" what every I have to" he explained.

"How many credit do you have?"

"20,000" Spencer reported.

" Well that's just enough to get there, tell ya what honey, I get a finders
fee and I'll let you work off your part" She said with a smile and a wink.

Spencer nodded.

Spencer finished his evening meal as the woman, ms. Johnson came in.

"You have a really nice cabin" Spencer complemented

"Thanks honey.. you all done"

"Yeah I'm good"

She took Spencer by the hand and let him into her bedroom. Once there She
undressed him, touching his body as she went. She was tall for a woman and
Spencer though her hands were a bit large. Once the boy was naked she
stroked and began to kiss him. It was awkward at first but Spencer
adapted. She pulled off her top and revealed her ample breasts. Spencer had
never seen actual breasts before. She pulled the boy to her and stuck a
nipple his mouth. Spencer felt strange sucking on a breast as she pinched
his nipples. It was on the verge of painful but Spencer didn't want to
upset her in anyway. Finally he could take no more and groaned, braking off
his sucking "Hurts"

She stopped and began sucking his small nipples now a bit puffy with his
adolescence.

"Sorry" he said.

" Ah you took quite a bit, don't worry about it honey"

The woman stood up and commanded "knees"

"on your knees", she repeated after Spencer failed to respond.

He dropped to his knees and waited as the woman stood over him and took off
her pants.

Spencer was dumbfounded when a penis slapped him in the face.

"What the fuck?"

"Suck it" She commanded.

As Spencer remained shocked She pushed her penis into his mouth. After a
few seconds Spencer's skills returned and he worked hard to please
her. After accepting her load he asked, " Are you a man? Or what"

"I started off a man, now I'm half woman"

" Wow" was all that Spencer could manage.

She pushed Spencer onto the Bed as he stood. She Spread his legs, with
knees bent and began to work on pleasing him. Spencer could feel her
fingers entering him, one, two, three, four! What was she trying to do?
After a few minutes she had half her hand inside him.

"Easy, easy" the boy grunted.

"Relax and let me in" She replied.

Spencer did try but the large hand was just not going to fit. " I can't,"
he pleaded.

" Just relax and think about how much you want to go to earth honey," she
vilely threatened.

She pushed hard and Spencer spread himself as wide as he could. He yelped
and grunted and with a final push it was in. Pushing her forearm into the
teen she pumped and asked him. "Where do you want to go on Earth"

"Anywhere" Spencer spat out during grunts.

The next morning Spencer woke alone in her bed. He waddled off to the
bathroom and after cleaning himself up got dressed. In the eatery he found
her talking to someone on the communicator, an older man with a mix of gray
and black hair.

"Ok then, I'll have him on his way this morning, bye honey"

Spencer sat at the table and begun to eat as she disconnected.

She presented Spencer with a new data card. "You have an hour before your
flight leaves"

Spencer L Rhead Personal Service Persacare Corporation New York.


Chapter 3

Spencer waited in the massive flight lobby, watching as Virgin Galactic
flight 349 bound for the Newark space port was listed at gate 4. Spencer
had enough time to wonder about his choices. His encounter with Ms Johnson
had gotten him what he wanted but did leave him wondering what he was
getting himself into. According to the contract he would be bound to the
company for the two and half years it would take to pay off his bond,
accounting for half his wages.

The boarding call came and Spencer remembered his goal, Earth. "Virgin
Galactic is pleased to board Flight 349 bound for Newark, have your data
cards in order"

Spencer stood in line as the 200 passenger ship was slowly loaded. He found
his seat, thankfully a windowed one. It was cramped quarters as they were
all packed in but he didn't care, he was going to Earth. The space plane
fired it's engines and lifted vertically off the pad, rising slowly Spencer
could see the Earth rise above the horizon. The gravity on the moon was
fairly light for Spencer, he found it disconcerting when they reached orbit
and he was weightless again. The centrifugal gravity provided by the Star
Master and the mining station was at least constant, all this change was
upsetting his stomach.  The plane docked with it's main engine, which had
remained in orbit for refueling. The ship shuddered as docking was
completed and soon after the main engine fired pushing Spencer back in his
seat, belt tightly fastened. The hard acceleration over, some passengers
began moving about the cabin, the grav-slippers provided really just kept
your feet on the floor with magnetic force, everything else was
weightless. Spencer opted to remain seated literally staring out into
space.

The 3 hour trip ended with a braking burn which shuddered the plane more
than Spencer liked. Main engine separation followed and they orbited into
landing position. A de-orbit burn came from the maneuvering thrusters and
then it was really rough. The plane rocked and bucked as it entered the
atmosphere over the pacific ocean. There was a constant rumble once the
atmospheric engines started. Spencer felt really heavy in his seat as the
plane plunged toward landing. As the ground grew ever closer Spencer's
apprehension was giving way to excitement, he was finally about to touch
the Earth. After banking steeply the plane slammed onto the runway and the
powerful atmospheric engines slowed the spacecraft. Once stopped Spencer
waited until he could get out of his seat and make his way off the
plane. He felt a bit wobbly on his legs with a new gravity to adjust to. It
felt significantly heavier than the station or the Star Master's but it had
been too long for Spencer to compare the gravity to Mars. In fact Mars was
such a lifetime ago for Spencer the he was still surprised to be referred
to as a Martian.

Once in the terminal building he saw the signs for transport to New
York. He followed the crowd down to the electrically powered trains. The
city was a massive place housing over 25 million people, individual
transport was a thing of the distant past, and everyone got around by mass
transport. Squeezed into a cylinder like car, he was jostled about as the
train sped deep into the city about 30 meters above ground. Once in the
station Spencer searched for the ground level, he wanted to get outside,
something he'd never done before. Finally he found an exit and walked out
on to the earth. The smell was awful, he though he must be near a recycling
depot or something. Quickly Spencer realized that the sun was hot against
his skin, burning hot in fact. With only a few minutes exposure Spencer had
his first sun burn. The depleted ozone layer left the planet wide open to
radiation which explained to Spencer why everyone else seems to be
scurrying about wearing hooded cloaks. Back inside he searched for the
tower that he wanted, finding the air much cleaner than outside.

Persacare corporation wasn't easy to locate amongst all the other companies
but finally Spencer arrived in Tower 151 level 78. Waiting again until he
was seen by the man who was on Ms. Johnson's communicator screen.

" Spencer Rhead?" the man was a bit taller than the boy expected.

" Yes sir" Spencer said as he was motioned to follow the man from the small
waiting room.

The man's office was surprisingly tiny as Spencer took a seat at the man's
gesture.

"Spencer I'm Mr. Casse the director of your section, you won't see me day
to day but should you feel the need to talk to me just make an appointment"
The man introduced himself with a tone that was too similar to Modd's from
Spencer's station days.

"Why is your face so red?, were you outside?" Mr. Casse enquired.

" Yeah I was out for a couple of minutes," Spencer reported.

" Well don't be doing that again, if you go out you need a sun cloak and
take a bottle of air with you" Mr. Casse explained

"Bottle of air?" Spencer enquired.

" Yes you don't want to be breathing the stuff outside, shorten your life
for sure. Any convenience store will sell it and a mask but I'd stay inside
if I were you my boy" Mr. Casse advised.

" I'm assigning you to team 7, you'll be one of the older of the group but
based on the self assessment you did that will be a good place for you to
start." The man reported looking at his screen.

"Older ones?" Spencer inquired.

" Oh yes, it's an intermediate group, they aren't rated for anything kinky
which you've indicated isn't something you wanted anyway" The man said
looking up, " they're mostly 12, ah there's two 10's..... 3 other 14's, the
senior in that group is Raul, he's 15. His popularity with the customers
has dropped off a bit but he still gets a lot of repeat business"

"how long has he been there?" Spencer wondered

"ah lets see, yes 3 years" Mr. Casse replied, examining the data on his
screen, " still averages 8 clients a week, the group average is just under
7, ideally the company wants to see 8 but that's a rolling average based on
all employees in that job grade"

"How many can you get?" Spencer's curiosity drew him in " and how does that
affect my bond".

"Well Seb is doing 12 a week right now, he's top in your team, ah and 8 of
those are specials, where he's working above his grade. As for the bond we
take half of everything toward it, so the more you work the quicker you pay
it off." Mr. Casse explained.

"How do I get customers?" Spencer asked.

" Well your image consultant will put you on the net and that will attract
the new customers, who book you based on your availability. I think you
should keep yourself available at all times until you can build up at least
8 a week, then the repeat business will come assuming you're doing a good
job of course" The director went on, " Now payment is handled entirely
through the company, you're not to accept any credits directly or you could
be dismissed, little token gifts are fine but absolutely no credits"

"Ok" Spencer didn't quite grasp the importance of what he was being told
but he knew he'd follow the instruction. "Where do I stay?", he went on
with his questions.

"You live with the team, you'll get a sleep pod and most of the boys get
their customers to feed them, wouldn't surprise me that some of them have
never paid for a meal!, but technically food is your own expense. Now we'll
provide clothing for the job but any you keep come out of your pay."
Mr. Casse explained " now your supervisor will address any other issues, Go
down to level 101 then follow the signs for suite 10145, good luck"

With that Spencer was ushered out and on his way into the business
world. He found the suite and dorm for team 7. He entered the room, again
smaller than he expected and without any windows. Spencer noticed a series
of hatches 10 in a row of 2, one above the other. Immediately a boy a bit
taller than himself and more muscular challenged.

" Who are you?"

"I'm new, ah Spencer, this is team 7 right?" Spencer said tentatively.

"I'm Raul, I'm senior here. I wondered when they'd fill the vacancies,
we're short two well one now I guess" The brown haired boy pointed to the
bottom left of the hatches. "The two on the bottom, 19 & 20 are open"

Spencer followed him over as the boy pulled open 19's door and revealed a
bed within. Spencer crouched down and could see it was a self-contained
cabin, communicator, screen, storage and computer. Spence crawled in and
lay flat, the screen was mounted on the ceiling, and good thing as Spencer
could just barely sit up his head brushing the top.

"Card" Raul said motioning with an outstretched arm. Spencer tossed it to
him and watched as Raul entered it and selected the new user options. "Good
to go" The senior boy replied and threw the card back.

"What's a special?" Spencer asked "You looking to move up already kid?"
Raul jibed, " bondage and discipline, take a good spanking and get more
money. Just don't do it on the side and don't work out of territory"

" Yeah Mr. Casse said that" Spencer noticed a man in his late teens enter
as Raul stood to greet him.

"New kid" he said gesturing.

Spencer got out of his pod as it was called and greeting the young man as
well.

"Hello Spencer, I'm Jimmy your supervisor"

" I'm ready to get to work" Spencer advised.

"Eager beaver" Raul teased.

" Well we'll get you on line right away then" Jimmy said smiling then
scowled at Raul.

As Spencer followed Jimmy out of the room he heard Raul said softly " say
no to the slave boy" behind him. Jimmy scowled again and Raul pretended to
be doing something else.

Jimmy led Spencer into the hall and down to meet his image consultant. A
mid 20s woman introduced herself and then instructed Spencer to strip. Once
naked he was directed onto a platform surrounded by cameras.

" Ok spread your legs a bit more" Nancy instructed, " now hold your arms
out all the way.... No to your side... ok hold still"

There was a few seconds of flashing and then Nancy stepped back from the
computer. " Ok done, step down."

Spencer felt strange being nude and tired of waiting for Nancy to finish on
the computer. "You're not a man are you? ... well half man I mean?

Nancy glared at him, then smiled " now there's an idea" and went back to
working the computer. "Ok come over here"

She called up a 3d image of Spencer on the screen, he was amazed at how
detailed it was. The boy on the screen moved his arms to his side, then on
the hips then over his head. Spencer had done none of that.

"It's an avatar, you in cyber, I'll use it on the net for customers to see
the goods"

Suddenly the image changed and now the computer Spencer had breasts!
Spencer was revolted, " ah no way" he spat out.

"Come on kid transgenders get a lot of business, I could arrange a boob job
for tomorrow" Nancy encouraged.

"So not happening" Spencer said forcefully.

Nancy restored his image and then selected various costumes for his avatar
to wear. Spencer was amazed how realistic each looked, as if he had
actually modeled the clothes.

" Ok, I'm liking these, tell me what you think" Nancy said calling up
several clothing options.

The first few were casual clothing and then more formal all white suits,
then a tough guy look in a rough work clothes look. Then more revealing
images in a jungle boy cloth and then form fitting neoshorts. The slave boy
look in leather was next.

" Not that one" Spencer advised.

" No? You look good in that one"

" I don't think so" Spencer said shaking his head.

The she called up a bizarre image that took Spencer a few seconds to
process. It was him, with bright green hair and dark green skin in skirt
like garment, exposing one hip. He had 2 little antennae on his
head. "What?" Spencer scowled.

"It a Marsy look. You know you being a Martian and all"

"No one on Mars looks like that" Spencer replied.

"It's a fantasy kid, we're selling you as an actor as much as a service
provider" Nancy explained.

" But my skin's not green" Spencer protested

" We can fix that" Nancy said nodding.

"So not happening" Spencer said turning from the image.

" Your net site has to attract customers, I'm trying to come up with
something to catch their eye" Nancy pleaded, after all Spencer's success
was her's and on up in the company.

"Ok the hair but not the skin" Spencer conceded without turning around.

And so the Martian was online. In the first 3 months of working Spencer had
learned the travel ways of the city, moving quickly to meet his
customers. He kept himself available at all hours and had started with
about 4 per week and how averaged 7. Not the pace he had hoped for but
still he was making some money. He kept the green hair for a while then
went bright red and now was back to his natural blond.

Now 15 he had grown a couple of more inches and had more muscle having
worked out with Raul. His skin remained hairless and smooth with the pills
Jimmy had given him. Spencer got along with most of his pod mates and
occasionally worked with them. There were times when Customers wanted two
boys. Spencer had worked with Raul a few times and with the popular 12 year
old Seb as they had a close enough resemblance to pass for
brothers. Although working with Raul was strange at first the two had
become close friends, Raul teaching Spencer as they went along. With Seb it
was different, the two had only a working relationship but Spencer had
thought at one time that they could be closer.

The first time they had gone out to a customer they arrived dressed in
matching white and blue shirts and shorts. As they approached the door Seb
took Spencer's hand and they waited to be admitted. Seb allowed Spencer to
lead him into the small apartment. Spencer found everything on Earth small,
rarely did he ever even see outside being constantly indoors. Spencer
undressed Seb on command and then himself. He found it strange to be
pleasured by the younger boy and while entering Seb was easy, it still felt
strange. After a few times out Spencer had mistaken Seb's subservient role
playing as reality and took on a big brother's protective role.

One evening on returning Spencer paused at the hatch of his pod "hey Seb"
he called to the younger boy.

"Yes Spencer" Seb paused on his ladder to the upper pod.

" You can come in here with me tonight if you want" he offered

"I only do it for customers Spencer" Seb replied flatly and climbed into
his own pod.

Spencer was crushed he though he had a relationship beyond the role playing
but clearly it was a mistake he could learn from.


Conrad came home from a long boring business meeting, he wasn't tired yet
he was still worn out from the endless session. The middle aged man wanted
something different tonight. Selecting options on his computer he found a
link to younger escorts on his usual suppliers global net site. Scanning
through the photos he halted on a strange picture of a teen with green
skin, green hair and antennae. The description of this Martian intrigued
him. Scanning through other pictures he found the 'recent' section and was
further excited by the boy's now longer wispy blond hair and lack of
antennae. Conrad selected the option and chose the earliest time available.

Spencer rolled over in his pod, he was out late as usual and slept most of
the day. Almost five he thought. The chirping that woke him got louder.

" I'm up damn machine," he said to the computer.

The chirping stopped and the urgent message screen came on.

" Open message... read message," he commanded.

A soft feminine voice came on " Spencer Rhead. Booking for 7 P.M. tower 488
level 202 suite PH1. Special instructions follow: dress smart
casual. Protocol formal. Activity level 3. Duration 12 hours."

" 2 hours from now shit" Spencer complained.

" Command rejected" the computer replied

" Booking accepted" Spencer told the machine " download to GIP"

Spencer held his watch sized computer up as he strapped it to his
wrist. The Global information and position device allowed him to get
messages use voice communications and get directions while wondering the
city. It was one of the few things he bought for himself preferring to pay
down his bond. The GIP was an invaluable tool, as it avoided being lost and
getting fined for being late.

Bolting out of the pod and into the communal shower he quickly washed and
then dressed in tight fitting pants a soft shiny collared shirt and
matching jacket. Using his GIP he got the tube schedules and raced across
town to make his appointment. Arriving at the building he went through the
automated security check and up the high speed elevator. It took two
minutes to reach the top level as he was the only one aboard. Arriving a
bit early he walked around the hallway, there were only 6 suites on this
penthouse level. He stood at the door 10 minutes early as he was
scanned. "Name please" the computer requested.

" Spencer Persacare corporation" The boy informed.

10 seconds later the door slide aside and the computer announced him "
please enter Spencer Persacare corporation".

Spencer walked in and stood inside the entryway. It was a small room with
another door and small couch. It was about half the size of most apartments
he'd been in; perhaps the customer was in the bathroom, Spencer thought as
he waited. The other door opened and revealed a hallway. A man's voice came
over the speaker, " I'm just on the communicator come in and make yourself
comfortable".

Spencer entered the hallway and walked its length into a large L shaped
room with floor to ceiling windows. Windows Spencer marveled as he walked
up to the glass. He could see the Ocean and the city below. Wow this is
high he though. He turned to examine the room. There was a bar at one end
of the L and a large screen at the other. Couches and chairs were
positioned throughout. This place is massive Spencer thought. The Captain's
cabin was luxury but this is opulence. Spencer went to the bar and looked
in the cool unit, he was used to raiding his customers food supplies they
never objected. He took out a banana, real fruit he thought, amazing. He
poured himself a drink and went back to the view.

A man appeared from a door behind the bar.

"Hey sorry still on the com, good you've got a drink I just need to finish
up this call" Conrad reported

"please take your time sir" Spencer replied as the man turned to leave.

Conrad was thrilled with what he saw. The boy looked even better than his
net site, this call was ending pretty darn quick he thought.

Spencer sat in a chair and waited for his customer, hey it was his money
the boy thought. A small furry animal came by and looked at
Spencer. Strange looking cat he thought. He put his hand out to pet it and
it ran off. Funny thing the boy thought.

Conrad entered the room and took in the sight of his rental. With wispy
longish blond hair, nice lips, he was young looking even for 15. As the boy
stood Conrad saw he had removed his leatherpryne jacket. The boy's tight
black pants didn't leave much to the imagination with a shimmering blue
shirt to match.

"Spencer Rhead, Perascare corporation at your service sir" Spencer greeted
with a slight bow. Handshakes had ceased to be popular after the second
great flu pandemic.

" Please just call me Conrad," the man instructed.

" Of course Conrad" the boy replied as the orange cat scurried up to his
owner. " I think your cat's broken"

"oh really?" Conrad asked as he picked up his furry creature.

" It seems to walk funny and it wouldn't let me pet it" Spencer had seen
many cats they were a popular item amongst his customers.

"Oh you hear that you furry ball he thinks you're broken," Conrad said
playfully to his animal. "This Spencer is a real Cat"

" A real cat? It's not robotronic? Wow never seen a real one before"
Spencer was amazed "must have cost a fortune!" he said realizing his loss
of composure he bowed his head " sorry Conard"

"That's ok Spencer, truth is I think I could likely buy you for less than I
paid for this little hair ball" Conrad said warmly. "In fact a colleague
told me of a prototype robotronic boy, I can't imagine not wanting the real
thing"

" Robotronic boys? Bizarre" Spencer wasn't sure if he could believe it but
perhaps it was true. He may need a new line of work before long.

Spencer and Conrad ate in the dining room after the caterer had brought the
meal in. It seemed strange to Spencer to have such a large table for just
the two of them. They chatted idly about nothing for a while. The topic of
Spencer's planetality came up.

" Alot less gravity on Mars, must have been a big adjustment for you"

" I don't remember it, I left when I was ten and lived in space for 4
years, we had about 80% Earth gravity on the station. When I landed here I
was a little wobbly at first but I'm adjusted now" Spencer explained.

"Why come to Earth? Mars is the boom town these days"

" I didn't have anyone there and I always dreamed of being on Earth"
Spencer reported. No customer had ever taken such an interest in his
past. The fact the he'd been there 3 hours and still had his shirt on was
amazing.

"Not all it's cracked up to be I expect?" The enquiry continued.

" It's different that I thought, I hoped I'd be outside more, even with a
sun cloak it's awful out there"


"yeah the nuclear weapons exchanged during the third gulf war left the oil
supply inaccessible. We couldn't kick the coal usage until there was enough
nuclear supply. I'm sure it seemed like a good idea a the time." Conrad
explained.

A silence fell over the conversation as Conrad though about his rent boy,
what a nice kid, so beautiful too. Conrad watched as the boy came over and
stood before him. Down to business now then Conrad thought and took the boy
by the hand to his bedroom.

Spencer was amazed at the space wasted on such a huge sleeping area. He
took off his shirt and revealed his lily white chest, thickening adolescent
nipples and 4 pack abs. Conrad examined him with his hands and tried to
take off the teen's tight pants. The two broke out laughing as he tried to
get them off and only succeeded with Spencer's help. The evening was filled
with passionate action followed by restful sleep. This was just what I
needed Conrad thought as he drifted off to sleep holding his soft living
teddy bear.


The Martian Part 4

Spencer's GIP was chirping at 7AM sharp, the contract was over and it was
time for him to get up and out. Conrad liked this one. He didn't annoy him
with requests for special acts that would cost more, nor did he drone on
about a sick relative or other reason to guilt the customer into a bigger
tip. He looked hot, did the job and didn't say much until you wanted him
to. Conrad watched as Spencer got out of bed, his hair was in a 'shaggy
dog' style as he wondered off to the bathroom. The man had worried about
his large endowment being too much for one so young but Spencer was able to
accept him fully and easily. Damn he should have considered a younger one a
long time ago Conrad thought.

The cat joined him on the bed and meowed for attention. As Spencer returned
the cat scurried off.

" Can you stay a while" Conrad asked while Spencer was still naked.

" Yeah a couple minutes" he replied sleepily and returned to cuddle.

"I was thinking a couple of hours, I can delay my day a bit" Conrad
explained.

" Yeah, well you have to pay for it, sorry" Spencer replied with his face
against the man's shoulder.

" Oh of course, I understand completely" Conrad had spent almost 4000
credits for the boy's services last night, it would only be another 600 to
keep him another 2 hours with his long duration and preferred customer
discounts.

Spencer was keying on his GIP to advise the office of an extension as
Conrad aroused him.

" Ok, we're good 'til 9 now" The boy reported as round 2 began.

Walking the hallway back to the team dorm, Spencer bumped into Raul.

"Hey how did the all nighter go Spence?" The senior boy asked.

"Pretty good, huge place, guy had a real cat" Spencer reported.

"You seeing him again?" Raul enquired.

"Didn't say" Spencer replied,

" Come on man you have to ask them!" Raul chided, " I told you always tell
them you had a great time and always ask to see them again, oh man!"

"Yeah, that's never worked for me" Spencer rebutted

" You have to play it, they aren't going ask for specials or give a big tip
just on their own, you have to ask them. Hey next time tell him about me!
We could do a double for him" Raul suggested.

"Yeah I guess" Spencer said flatly as they entered the dorm

after showering Spencer napped a bit before reading his morning mail. Junk,
mostly company stuff but in the middle of it all was a message from the
Captain. Spencer had kept in touch with him, but over time the messages had
grown less frequent and more factual. Gone were the days when they messaged
about missing each other, both had moved on now. It seemed the Captain was
moving to a passenger carrying ship and the asshole pilot was a commander
now.

A new message chimed in, settlement for last night. That was quick usually
took a couple of days to get these guys to pay me Spencer thought. The bill
had come to 4410 credits after discounts and the man had given him a 1000
credit tip, pretty nice. He had also added a note about enjoying the
evening and seeing him again soon well that was something. After corporate
taxes and his bond payment Spencer was left with 2164 credits that was
about two thirds of his usually weekly pay. Spencer recorded a voice
message to send back to the customer.

" Yeah had a great time too Conrad, maybe next time your cat will let me
pet him"

Customers weren't allowed to communicate directly with the service staff
but did leave notes during settlement, usually when they were unhappy with
service so it was nice to get a good one for a change Spencer thought. The
staff was allowed to message customers when they wanted, however the
company scanned them to ensure no side deals were being arranged.

Spencer had a rough week. He had two customer complaints about his poor
role-playing and one about refusing a special 2 grades above his stated
level. To top the week off a customer rejected him, as it seemed he ordered
the wrong boy.

"Don't worry about it Spence" Jimmy consoled. "We all have bad weeks every
now and then. Really only one incident is chargeable"

Spencer knew that meant he lost money. The customer got a credit and it
came out of his pocket. Role-playing had never been one of Spencer's
strengths; Raul was much better at it. Spencer found that he could never
really get into acting without feeling goofy.

Spencer crashed into this pod and opened the mail. Mostly junk again
followed by a booking.

"Read message," he ordered the computer

"Spencer Rhead. Booking for Sunday 3 P.M. tower 488 level 202 suite
PH1. Special instructions follow: dress smart casual. Protocol
casual. Activity level 3. Duration 18 hours."

18 hours all right, Spencer thought, thank you Conrad. Spencer opened the
next message it was the same booking he thought at first and then clued
into the fact that Conrad had booked him for 5 consecutive Sundays. Spencer
couldn't contain his excitement and bolted out into the common area. He
sped down the hallway to the gym finding Raul working his abs.

"Rich guy booked me again," he panted

"All right Spence!" Raul encouraged "good looks without brains can work" he
jibed

"Yeah, 18 hours buddy!" Spencer was smiling broadly.

"Nice, 6300 credits" Raul calculated.

"Well, before tax and his discount" Spencer qualified

"Yeah his tip will cover that from what you said. You won't have to work
the rest of week!" Raul said jealously.

"Yeah don't have to work for the next 5 weeks! Booked me consecutively!"
Spencer reported

"Don't blow it kid, ride this meal ticket as long as you can" Raul advised

"Jimmy will be happy, we'll make our team numbers for sure now", Spencer
wasn't too concerned with team performance but being below target and
getting complaints was bad. Being above target they could take a few
complaint penalties no problem.

Those 5 weeks came and went as Spencer sat naked in Conrad's living room on
his 8th visit. Spencer had arrived in a black form fitting sleeveless shirt
revealing his muscular shoulders. The tight black pants were pretty much a
staple of Spencer's attire, which had moved to trendy casual. In fact
Spencer was leaving clothes behind to make his weekly visits more
convenient. He was so relaxed and natural, sitting half turned away, his
hip exposed while he pet the now friendly cat. Previous rentals would
purposely sit with legs splayed open or in contrived poses. Conrad much
preferred Spencer's soft approach.

"I see you're ready" Spencer said softly.

"Huh?" Conrad was stirred from his distracted viewing.

" The monster awakes" the boy said cheekily. The monster was Spencer's name
for Conrad's large endowment. He knew the man liked to be complemented;
Spencer realized that part of his service was stress relief as well as ego
stroking. Spencer walked over to the seated Conrad and stood bent over with
his hands on the man's thighs. It had become sort of a tradition for Conrad
to carry Spencer to the bedroom, usually in an over the shoulder fashion,
which he did this evening. After an hour of passion the two rested sweaty
and satisfied.

"I'm amazed you can go so long," Spencer said resting his head on the man's
chest. "My other customers are done in half the time or less"

It bothered Conrad a bit to hear about other customers, after all he was
buying a fantasy that Spencer was all his. No matter it was the first time
he'd mentioned it.

"You seem to like it," the man said to the top of the boy's head as he
stroked his soft slender back.

"Oh yeah, I unloaded twice" the boy reported.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, I take a pill to keep me going" Conrad
explained.

"Hey that's all right, I take pills to keep my skin soft. You should take
two pills next time!" The boy suggested

"Ah it doesn't quite work that way Spenny" the man informed. Spencer didn't
like Conrad's pet name for him at first but he had come to adore that it
was something only Conrad did.

" I could take the pill too," The boy offered.

" Doesn't work that way Spenny, it's for the giver not the receiver. I'm
sure you'd have enough energy on your own anyway, you might go all night
with a pill as well!" The man said chuckling.

"I can do you too," Spencer offered.

"No I'm not into that, I'm pretty basic in my needs," The man explained.

"Yeah" Spencer replied in a playfully sarcastic tone. " I could get another
boy to come and you could watch us if you wanted"

" I don't know Spenny, what if I like the other boy more" Conrad chided

" You're so into me, I can tell" Spencer said playfully rubbing his face
against the man's

" If only I could purr like a cat" he continued softly.

Spencer's words were so true, Conrad had fallen for the teen. In one way he
wanted the boy all to himself, but he liked things kept at a business
level. The boy was right; he had replaced the orange fur ball for his
affections.

" I could use a device if you wanted more once I'm done" The man said
returning to the original conversation.

"Not the same" Spencer reported " you're the important one remember"
Spencer had caressed the man's chest and stomach with his face moving down
to provide after pleasure. "Just relax" Spencer said as Conrad moaned, "I'm
a professional" he added cheekily.

A couple of weeks later Spencer woke to the sound of the chirping
computer. He lazily read his afternoon mail, a bit dismayed to find Conrad
had not added any new bookings. He shot him quick note "hey I'm open on
Sunday book me before someone else does." The next message was from
Mr. Casse, the first message he'd seen from the director. It was booking an
appointment to see him in two days. Spencer was apprehensive as there was
no reason given.

"Jimmy, Director Casse wants to see me, why?" He asked.

" You're top performer these days Spence, nothing to worry about I'm sure"
His supervisor reassured.

Friday came, the day of his meeting and still no booking from Conrad. He
entered Mr. Casse's office tentatively.

" Yes Spencer you've done great work you're numbers are way up" Mr. Casse
praised. "So I'm moving you to team 3"

"Moving me why?" Spencer enquired.

"Well you're doing longer sessions now and with a higher level of client, I
think you've found your niche. Team 7 is about volume and I can see you're
about quality," The director explained.

" What about my clients?" Spencer asked worried about Conrad.

" You'll be available to elite clients only now. Your new position is rated
level 4, specials are part of the package, but you're rate goes up of
course" Mr. Casse said as he stood.

Back at the dorm Spencer was down trodden to be leaving his friend.

" Man you're moving across the hall, it's not like we won't see each other!
That is if I can allow myself to be seen with a team 3 snob" Raul reassured
mockingly.

"Still not the same" Spencer said inconsolably.

Spencer took his few possessions to the team 3 dorm. The common room was
larger and well furnished. Instead of 20 hatches there were 12 doors
leading to the bedrooms. Each bedroom had a separate sleeping area for two
boys and a private bath between them. Spencer's supervisor was a handsome
19-year-old man named Jens.

"Mr. Spencer Rhead, we've been waiting for you" he greeted.

Spencer smiled and did a slight greeting bow. Jens bowed lower.

"My job is to make you happy Spence," the man said putting arm around his
shoulder and leading him toward a bedroom door. "You let me know if you
need any help at all"

"There's 24 boys on the team?" Spencer asked doing the math.

"Yeah we're fully staffed, now" he said rustling the boy's hair. " We cover
a larger territory than your old team but we have a smaller client base
that books by the day, not the hour"

"How can I find out if a client is an elite member?" Spencer wanted to know
about the situation with Conrad. He feared that's why Conrad hadn't booked
him.

"Let me help with out there" Jens said warmly. As he led Spencer into room
'K' "your space is on the left and your senior Taku is on the right. We do
it differently here, there's a senior in each room, it gives the new guys
more help. Taku's 2 years younger than you, a lot of the guys get moved up
younger but you've only been with us 5 months so I can't make you a senior"

"That's ok, I don't want to be a senior really" Spencer replied
disinterestedly.

Spencer examined his new home. A 2 by 2 meter square, a desk with
integrated computer and storage along the side. The bed was mounted up
against the ceiling and lowered by command, as Jens demonstrated. The
supervisor took Spencer's card and setup his functions, then he loaded the
client database and found Conrad.

"Dude, not elite" Jens reported, " Super elite"

"He can book me?" Spencer wanted to confirm.

"He can book anyone on any team" Jens advised.

Spencer met his teammates through out the weekend, he found Taku easy to
get along with, as he was quiet like himself. He agreed with Raul that a
lot of the boys were snobby. Team's 2 and 3 shared a lounge unfortunately
he couldn't get Raul in but Jimmy did drop in from time to time. Spencer
sat in the lounge with Taku and Mika chatting about customers, the strange
and crazy things they wanted them to do when his GIP chimed an urgent
message.

Spencer withdrew to read his message " read urgent message" he commanded
his wrist computer. "Sorry Spenny, I went to my head office in Beijing and
got so caught up in everything I forgot to message you. I honestly thought
I'd be back by now. I'll book you when I get back, promise." The soft male
computer voice reported. Spencer had grown annoyed with the female default
and had changed it.

Two weeks had passed and still nothing from Conrad. Spencer had new clients
to keep him occupied though. He was making 4 times as many credits now,
which helped him pay down his bond even quicker. Most of the time he was
expected just to be himself. He had an older man who spent most of their
time just stroking his hair and body. It hardly seemed an elite
assignment. There was only one client that had pushed him, a small
middle-aged man, about the same size as Spencer himself. On arriving
Spencer was ordered to remove the plain clothes that he had been instructed
to wear. The man then began strapping Spencer into a harness. The material
was rough against his skin and the metal clasps were cold.

"I haven't done this before" he told his master

"Right then you just be still, I do all the work," the man said sternly.

As Spencer was restrained he found the bonds rather tight.

"Can you loosen the one on my belly, it's digging in," He asked.

The man repositioned the belt but didn't loosen it.

"Thanks" Spencer offered.

The man continued his work until Spencer was immobilized, arms wrapped
around himself and his knees up to his chin.

"Open" the man commanded as a rubber object was placed at his mouth.

"What's that for" Spencer asked.

"To keep you quiet" The man replied. "No more talking, open"

Spencer accepted the mouth ball, it gagged him at first but he adjusted to
it.

The teen was subjected to increasingly large objects entering him until the
man tired of playing. In the morning Spencer was released from his
captivity and was most relieved to have the clips on his nipples
removed. When Spencer got home he was so worn out and tired that he booked
himself unavailable for the next full day, and went straight to bed.

Taku found him much later, relaxing in the lounge's hot tub. The team's
trainer had already massaged the boy but the warm tub was still welcome.

"Rough time I hear" the 13 year old with silky black hair asked as he
joined Spencer

Spencer just nodded.

"I've had him before, he's a beast" Taku commiserated.

" I don't know why I'm wasted on that stuff, there's other guys that could
do it" Spencer complained.

" You are now officially a team 3 snob" Taku pronounced. The two boys broke
out laughing.

They were interrupted when Director Casse entered.

Both boys stood and bowed slightly in respect.

"Spencer, my boy we have to chat, if you'll excuse us Taku" The syrupy
sounding voice commanded.

Spencer wasn't taking a personal visit from the director as a good sign.

"Spencer you've done great work here at Persacare and we'll be sorry to see
you go" Casse explained.

"Go?" Spencer interrupted.

"You've impressed a customer and he's opted to purchase your bond, it
belongs to him now" Casse continued.

"For how long?" Spencer was shocked and frightened by the prospect of being
a bondage slave.

"Well you're not a slave, the client will still have to pay you of
course. You've paid down 115,000 credits, rather impressive saving on your
part my boy. With the annual salary rate, you would be finished paying in
13 months, or if you make the maximum overpayments it could be 9 months"
Casse explained.

9 months of bondage hell, Spencer though he'd loose his mind, there had to
be a way out of this.

" I wanna stay here" he spat out.

"Oh sorry it's a corporate decision my boy, you don't have any input, it's
just business you see. You can come back to work for us once your bond is
completed. Pack your things and of course surrender all company
property. The security guards are waiting outside" Casse said as he turned
to leave.

"Security?" Spencer quizzed.

"Nothing personal, standard procedure, take your time and good luck to you"
With that Casse turned and left.

Security guards, so much for running Spencer thought. He knew there were
rules about his treatment but most of those were in the contract holder's
favour. He had to find a way to message Conrad before he left, it might be
his last chance.


Chapter 5

Spencer was filled with dread as he got out of the tub, dried off and
dressed. There were two security men outside the lounge. They followed
Spencer to his room and waited while he collected his meager
belongings. Taku had left him his space although Spencer would have liked
the company as the disinterested Security men stood by.

"Can we move this along kid" one of them grunted.

"I just need to send a message and then I'm done" Spencer replied.

"Don't bother kid, all your passwords are expired" the guard reported.

Mika and Taku were in the hall with Jens to say goodbye. The boys from team
7 were there as well, including Seb. Raul's goodbye was the most emotional
for the two boys although neither would admit to being on the verge of
tears. There were promises to keep in touch and the like but with Raul,
Spencer had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time they'd see each
other. The Security men walked Spencer out into the main lobby.

"Data card" one guard said flatly.

Spencer handed him is Persacare ID; this was it, he was officially done
with his first job on Earth. The Guard handed him a small plastic packet.

"Your new employers information" the guard grunted.

Spencer took the packet and stuffed it in his bag. He then walked out into
the elevator waiting area waving to Raul as he left. After a minute Spencer
turned to realize he was alone. The Guards hadn't followed him and were
nowhere in site. Dumbfounded Spencer selected level 10 the mass transit
station. His mind was racing as the elevator descended, becoming ever more
crowded at each level it stopped. The moon he thought. If I can get there
I'll have a chance, it'll be some time before they figure out I've gone and
by then I can get a freighter outbound. The security force would search the
cameras in the city for him, check is movements and seek to trap
him. Municipal police would only be involved in criminal activities; it
would be up to the security company to enforce corporate
violations. Spencer knew if he were caught, the fine for violating his
contract would likely extend his bond more than a decade.

The transit level was a hub of activity, people rushing about moving from
intersecting tube lines and through connecting bridges to other
buildings. Spencer moved through the crush of the crowd to a net café off
to the side, looking to see if anyone might be following him. There were
over 100 stations and a food service bar in the café. Spencer moved past
the occupied areas to the more secluded back of the café. He sat at an
empty terminal and dug through his bag for his new employer's packet. Upon
opening it he found his new datacard and an infostick. He inserted the
black card, which had only his name on it, into the computer. Spencer
called up information on flight times off planet. He could get to the
Spaceport in 20 minutes and 'check in' in about the same. The next flight
was in 4 hours. That should be ok, his new employer wouldn't report him
overdue that fast and even if he did security wouldn't treat him as a
priority for sometime. A man interrupted Spencer's rapid computer
activities, startling him.

"Sir may I get you anything, a beverage perhaps?"

"Ah, yeah, ok, a raspberry pepsi please" Spencer said.

Spencer's GIP couldn't receive any e-mail as it was the companies mail
service. The comm did work however and so he keyed Conrad. Each time though
there was no answer. Then it dawned on the teen that he was calling the
empty penthouse in New York, he supposed that Conrad had not forwarded the
line, still he left a frantic message.

"Call me as soon as you can, my bond was sold and I'm not sure what's going
on". Spencer didn't want to mention what his plans may be in case it was
used to find him once his run began.

Spencer decided it was time to read the infostick and find out when and
were he was expected; the information would be of value in his escape
plans. Spencer inserted it into the computer and sat back in his chair
sighing as he read the filename.

Spenny.

His relief and gratitude gave way to anger, how could he leave me hanging
like this! The boy thundered. He called up the file and ran the message.

Conrad's face came on, " Spenny, I've been promoted and I'm being
relocated. I can't take the fur ball with me, so I sold him to a good
friend. Well you know by now I bought your contract. I've arranged a little
vacation for us before relocating; all the flight instructions are on this
stick. You're going to love this place it's what the Earth used to be
like. I've opened an expense account for you, use the credits as you
like. See you soon."

Spencer read the data on the infostick, he was to take an atmospheric
flight to Thailand and then ground transport to the resort at Laem
Phanwa. The flight wasn't until tomorrow and so Conrad had left him access
to the penthouse on his datacard.

As his Pepsi was delivered Spencer dialed Raul on his GIP.

"Persacare this is Raul" The teen answered.

"Hey it's Spence, are you booked tonight?" the boy enquired.

"Hey, Spence it seems like you just left" The boy said sarcastically.

"Rich guy bought my bond, I'm flying out tomorrow. I have the Penthouse to
myself tonight though. Can you come over?" Spence wondered.

"Rich guy eh, that's a relief, I was ready to start a free Spence fund for
you. Yeah I'm open, I'll book myself off" Raul replied.

"Meet me in the café on the transit level, I'll wait for you". Spencer
instructed.

"Ok, give me 15" Raul said as he closed the link.

Spencer went about setting up a private e-mail for his GIP and then ordered
a catered dinner for the penthouse. Raul entered the café and approached
Spencer who noticed him. Spencer logged out and packed up. Raul embraced
him and the two kissed passionately. Two teen boys making out in public
didn't cause a stir. In fact the only one who took any notice with an
admiring glance was the waiter as he cleaned Spencer's station for the next
customer.

"Miss me already" Spencer said softly as they disengaged.

"No but I'm going to" Raul replied, ever flippant.

The two rode the tube to Conrad's building and then up the elevator to the
top floor. As they entered Raul was impressed with the penthouse.

"Not bad for a rich guy" he said admiringly. "No wonder you couldn't wait
to get here every week"

"Come over here" Spencer motioned, " look at the view"

"Naw I'm good here," Raul said, as he sat in the luxurious chair "I'm not
that good with heights".

After a tour of the apartment, Spencer took delivery of their dinner. The
two teens devoured the catered meal ravenously.

"So where are you moving?" Raul asked.

"China I think, we're going to Thailand for a vacation first" Spencer
replied between mouthfuls.

"Where's the cat you told me about" Raul asked scanning the room. "I
haven't seen it?"

"Conrad sold it, he can't take it with him." Spencer replied.

"To China? Why not?" Raul inquired.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders as he ate.

"He needed the money to buy you I bet", Raul suggested.

"Naw, my bond is only like four hundred thousand," Spencer explained.

"That's just the bond. He has to pay for your contract AND for the transfer
fee AND the taxes. I bet you cost him 6 or 7 hundred thousand easy. What's
a real cat worth? Million, million and a half maybe." Raul explained. "He
should have enough left over to buy me too!" The flippant teen added.

"Yeah it's too bad we're not staying in New York, we could still hang."
Spencer lamented.

"Yeah" Raul sighed lacking a sarcastic comment.

After the gorging was done the two sat on the soft couch and watched the
big screen's entertainment. Spencer got up to refill their drinks and upon
returning sat closer to Raul, resting his head on the buff teen's muscular
shoulder.

"Forgetting the rules again boy. Don't get attached to the customers, don't
get attached to the other boys, you broke'm both". Raul chided as he put
his arm around the base of Spencer's back.

"You broke the rules in the café" Spencer accused softly.

"I was just being nice" Raul said with cheekily.

"We don't work together anymore," Spencer reasoned as he began another make
out session by kissing Raul's neck and then licking his ear. Soon both were
engaged in primal mating urges, stripping off clothing as they continued to
stimulate each other. Spencer broke away from the writhing naked teen
bodies.

"Conrad has a pill, makes him go twice as long," Spencer panted.

"Yeah I know about those, think he's still got some here?" Raul enquired.

"I'll look" Spencer replied as he leapt off Raul and sped to the bathroom.

He returned and presented Raul with a greenish pill on his palm. Raul
swallowed it.

"You take one?" he enquired.

"Doesn't work that way," Spencer said as he remounted.

"So I gotta do all the work," The sarcastic one replied.

"No" Spencer said softly as he straddled Raul and took him inside. Spencer
rode to give them both pleasure as the Captain had taught him. Several
positions later Raul was finally finished after almost 3 hours of
rapture. The pair then stumbled off to the bedroom; Spencer lay on Raul's
chest.

"You were amazing, I unloaded like 5 or 6 times" he complimented.

"The pill was amazing, how can an old guy take it?" The exhausted Raul
asked.

"He goes slower and he's doesn't last like more than an hour" Spencer
explained.

"I'm still hard!" Raul said as he looked down his firm body.

The two slept wrapped together and when they awoke Raul was flaccid
again. Spencer insisted on them showering together and after finding
nothing to eat in the penthouse they went out to breakfast.

Raul took the tube out to the spaceport with Spencer to say
goodbye. Standing at the station Raul said, "well this it kid, again."

Spencer embraced him warmly and then spat out, " I love you Raul"

"Oh come on man, we worked together, we had good times, don't be doing the
love thing" Raul had become rather hardened to such emotions, working with
clients who far too often expressed them. For Raul love was something felt
at the moment of orgasm.

Spencer was suddenly embarrassed, his love wasn't returned, he sheepishly
disengaged.

"Yeah good times" said softly.

"Go and love Conrad, he needs you more" Raul offered.

Spencer turned to leave as Raul pulled his arm and embraced him for another
goodbye. "Yeah I love ya too buddy, e-mail me every week" he said warmly.

"Every day" Spencer said in a hushed voice.

Raul turned and strode back into a waiting tube car. He didn't turn as
Spencer waved anyway.

Spencer had some time before his flight and wanting a distraction he went
to a salon at the spaceport. He got a manicure, a pedicure and a facial
cleansing. Then he had his hair done especially for Conrad. Finally
boarding the dart like airplane he found Conrad had booked him in first
class. Spencer reclined comfortably after the craft was airborne, availing
himself of all the options in first class.

"I'll have the beef, the mashed potatoes and the red merlot please" he
advised the sky waitress.

"Sir you have to be over 16 to order alcohol" She advised.

"Oh yeah" He said sheepishly. Conrad and his other customers had always
allowed him alcohol, even though he rarely over indulged. This was the
first time he'd tried to order it in public.

Waiting for his meal Spencer looked out his window. The craft was now
cruising at twenty two thousand meters and traveling at mach 5. The journey
would take about 3 air hours but still it seemed too long as Spencer
yearned for the reunion with Conrad.

"I think you're hair is cute, if you don't mind me saying so" The sky
waitress commented as she served dinner. Spencer just smiled back. He
noticed that in place of a wine glass he got a juice cup. Grape juice he
noticed as he drank, how juvenile he thought.

Conrad waited in the airport looking for Spencer as the throng of humanity
rushed pasted him. Each time he saw a blond mop of hair he was disappointed
it wasn't his boy. When Spencer finally did arrive he was practically on
top of Conrad when the man noticed him.

"Oh hey I was starting to thing you'd gotten lost" The man greeted as
Spencer immediately bear hugged him. Conrad put on arm around the teens
back as Spencer held on tight.

"I missed you too Spenny" Conrad continued.

"You have no idea" Spencer mumbled his face buried in the man's chest.

"That's an interesting hair colour" Conrad complimented.

"In honour of fur ball" Spencer said proudly as he finally untangled
himself from the embrace.

Spencer's hair was dyed orange with darker rusty streaks. It was as if he
was wearing the cat on his head. Conrad led the boy through the crowd,
holding his hand as much to avoid loosing him as for comfort. Finally they
found their ground transport, a wheeled vehicle that held perhaps 20
passengers. The hydrogen powered machine sped down several roads and out
into a desolate countryside, finally reaching the resort. Spencer found it
a rough ride compared to anything he'd ridden before and would be glad to
get off the thing.

The resort was contained within a large dome, shaped in an oval about a
kilometer long and half as wide. The vehicle drove into an enclosed
yard. As they exited and walked toward the hotel entrance, Spencer felt the
rush of fresh air blowing at him. Once in side the lobby there was a
strange yet somehow familiar smell to the air. As Conrad arranged things
with the staff Spencer gazed about the room, decorated with statues mostly
of nude youths.

Conrad led Spencer through a set of double doors, working as an airlock
with the second set opening only after the first had closed. They walked
into the dome structure and then it hit Spencer.

"It's a little agro dome" He commented, as he took in the greenery. There
was grass, large palm trees and various other foliage were set out
randomly. The Sun was glistening down as it came through the transparent
roof, which filtered the damaging ultra violet rays.

"Little? I guess by Martian standards. This is what the earth used to be
like Spenny" Conrad commented.

Spencer noticed the people, guests and staff moving about in the vast open
areas. About half of them were naked as it seemed clothing wasn't
required. A large number of them were children mostly the darker skinned
locals.

Conrad led Spencer on the hunt for their suite, a 2-room apartment with
large windows facing out onto the dome. Their luggage had already arrived
and had been unpacked by the time they got there. Spencer explored the
suite with it's king sized master bed a sitting area and bar. As Spencer
rounded the bar his eye caught a small boy closing the cool unit. The lad
stood holding up a tray of fresh fruit on offer to Spencer. The boy was
dark skinned and appeared about 10. He was naked except for a small white
collar around his neck, which it seemed popular with the other children
he'd seen scampering about the dome.

"Who's this!" Spencer called out to Conrad while pointing at the boy
disapprovingly.

"What? Oh yes, he's our house boy, he comes with the room." Conrad
explained.

Spencer took a piece of pineapple and joined Conrad on the couch facing the
window. The boy joined them as well offering the same tray to Conrad.

"I guess he does more than bring fresh towels," Spencer said sarcastically.

"There's a robot that does that.  Each room gets a personal servant, I
could get a girl you'd rather" The man continued.

Spencer shot him a disapproving glance and shook his head.

"You already have a personal servant mister" Spencer said possessively.

Leaving the boy in their room the two went to the massive pool and swam
nude. Spencer really enjoyed the simulation of begin outside; being nude
was just an added bonus. The teen got a floatation pad and drifted around
the artificial river that circled the central part of the dome. He was
surprised to see small tree dwelling animals and actual birds. Conrad must
be paying a fortune to stay here he thought. His day of laziness came to an
end when Conrad found him.

"Spencer! We have dinner reservations in half an hour come on lets go!" He
said sternly.

Spencer obediently trotted to Conrad although he wasn't happy to have been
snapped at. The boy had learned that saying nothing was best when Conrad
was frustrated; his moods didn't last long if not encouraged. The boy's
pale body glistened in the sun as the water dripped off him. Conrad noticed
his beauty's head down and felt guilty for speaking so strongly to him in
public. He silently took the teen's hand as they returned quickly to the
room. His clasp was strongly returned.

Dinner was an awesome feast of various sampling dishes but Spencer was the
star attraction at the table of 8 guests. The personal servants didn't join
the guests in the formal dinning room so Spencer found himself the only
young person there. Spencer was honoured when Conrad introduced him as his
friend, rather than a servant. Everyone was polite but it was clear that
they all lusted for him.

Back in the room Conrad immediately picked up his teen and flung him over
his shoulder carrying him to the bedroom. He tossed the boy onto the soft
bed, thinking that Spencer had gained some weight.

"So what do you wanna do tonight" Spencer laid in a seductive pose his arms
behind his head.

"Oh you know pound the snot out of you 'til I collapse, nothing special."
Conrad said mockingly.

He undressed the boy and then himself. The man then rolled the boy over and
pulled his hips up and into the preferred position. He took the fully
engorged monster and inserted it into the waiting hole. Spencer thought
Conrad was being a little too rough with him tonight. The undressing was
aggressive and the positioning unnecessarily so. Conrad had given them both
a quick lubrication and then plowed in. Spencer had advised him long ago
that doing it slowly was of no help; only once a large part was in did he
get any pleasure. The monster instantly expanded Spencer's hole. It was
still the largest endowment of any of his customers. Spencer grunted loudly
as it entered, lifting his chest off the bed on his arms, trying to accept
the turbid implement without tightening himself, which would cause further
pain. Within two seconds Conrad had pushed two thirds of it deep into his
boy and Spencer moaned with pleasure as his bowels were filled.

"Oh yeah" he gasped.

Conrad pushed the last part in as Spencer had completed relaxed now.
"Ready?" He asked as he already began the piston action.

"Pound me!" His Spenny commanded.

Conrad obliged and while the first round didn't last as long as the teen
had hoped, there was a second and a third! Spencer was in heaven, his head
whipping orgasms seemed to last forever with something so large inside
him. Conrad knew he was being aggressive but so was Spencer. He didn't
remember a time that the boy was so active in pushing back and urging the
man on with a symphony of grunts and moans. When Spencer had first started
out on the station he had always remained passive and quiet but as he
gained experience on Earth he had learned that being active and fully
expressing himself was more appreciated by his customers. Some of which
practically held conversations with him but with Conrad quick simple words
were all that was acceptable. As Conrad began to tire the boy would urge
him on.

"More, more, yeah, more" Was the extent of the dialogue.

Finally Conrad was finished and did collapse on Spencer. Realizing that as
a large man Spencer couldn't bear his weight he rolled them both over and
Spencer waited for him to become flaccid before pulling off. He then rolled
over and fell into a deeply satisfied sleep.

Spencer awoke to the unmistakable sounds of sex. Loud throaty grunts were
coming from the adjacent suite. Spencer started to become excited as his
listened wondering what he and Conrad sounded like beyond the
walls. Spencer started to feel guilty at his excitement, as he heard the
squealing sounds of a young voice seeming to convey more pain than
pleasure. Thankfully it did last long and Spencer's thoughts returned to
his master. He liked resting his head on Conrad and running his fingers
through the man's hairy chest. Soon Spencer felt a hand caressing his back
and ass. Then the hand stroked his neck and fingers ran though his
hair. Spencer suckled on each of the man's nipples. Although he found it
personally distasteful, Spencer gently licked each of his man's armpits,
stirring him with pleasurable moans. The boy felt the man's hand on the top
of his head and knew the signal meant that it was time to service the
monster. As if choreographed he lay across the man, gripping the monster
firmly he began to please it. Once again satisfied Conrad stroked Spencer's
hair.

"I think I'll start calling you furry instead," the man said commenting on
the boy's orange hair.

Spencer had moved to lie on Conrad gently rubbing their bodies together.

"Sorry you had to sell fur ball to get me, you can just pay me enough to
cover the bond, maybe you could get him back" Spencer consoled.

"I didn't need to sell fur ball to get you, I just can't take him where
we're going" The man replied with a mischievous grin.

"Where are we going" Spencer quizzed.

Conrad pulled the teen's face to his and after impassioned kissing broke
away and said,

"Mars".



Chapter 6

Mars, the red planet, it wasn't that long ago that humans dreamt of
traveling there. Several decades of robotic missions put landers on the
surface to explore it's rugged terrain and orbiters to scan it from
above. Soon after the first manned missions landed for short stays. The
first permanent colonists were based near the pole where they could extract
water and hydrogen for power. The construction of the massive agro domes
followed in the subsequent decades until the first Martian city Utopia
planetia crept to a hundred thousand people. As immigration boomed the
colonial government sought to control expansion as the Martian population
topped ten million. Strict visa and import policies were in place on the
planet, which currently held just under 30 million people. There's so much
room, was the argument often used for unbridled expansion in the land of
opportunity. The reality was one of useable space and the strain on the
fragile infrastructure of the biospheres.

Spencer and Conrad had ridden a space plane up to the orbital dockyard to
catch their cruiser to Mars. The massive ship was waiting in high orbit as
the pair transferred to a ferry for the final embarkation. Spencer had
mixed feelings about returning to Mars having spent most of his adolescence
trying to get to Earth. He did have fond memories of his early childhood
and his mother but Conrad wasn't his mother, or his father. His love of the
man was born of passion. Spencer saw the ship out the window of the
ferry. She was the Celestron, an Empress class passenger cruiser of the
Nexstar fleet. The ship carried 2700 passengers and almost a thousand
crew. Most passengers were just visiting the red planet but a few like
themselves were making a permanent voyage. The ship was made of three major
parts. The front was a massive disc that served as a debris shield as the
vessel plowed through space. The middle part was the largest, a 300 meter
long cylinder 80 meters in diameter. This was the passenger compartment,
which rotated along the central axis to generate centrifugal gravity. At
the end of the ship were the four massive nuclear engines.

The ferry docked to the gantry and the 300 passengers aboard starting
making their way onto the ship, using their grav-slippers to keep their
feet on the floor. Spencer disliked being weightless; it certainly made his
carry on bag lighter but disturbed his equilibrium. Once aboard they got
the benefit of the rotating cylinder's gravity. The passengers lined up for
registration moving along slowly through 4 automated entry ports. Conrad
preceded Spencer and was denied entry with the machine referring him to an
agent.

"This way Earther" A uniformed man called to Conrad.

Spencer sought to follow but was sent back,

"One at a time kid, go through and wait in the lobby," The man instructed.

"I'll see you on the other side in a few minutes Spencer" Conrad reassured.

Spencer entered his card in the slot and was scanned by the machine.

"Spencer Rhead, citizen of Mars" The formal male voice indicated.

"Welcome aboard Spencer Rhead, you are in cabin 205 on deck 9, enjoy your
journey home" The machine greeted as the door on the other side opened.

Spencer eventually bored of waiting the lobby for Conrad after half an
hour, perhaps he's gone to the cabin another route Spencer thought. He
decided to head down to his cabin, which wasn't far, near the front of the
cylinder. Spencer found the room and used his datacard to enter. The suite
was 25 meters square and featured two twin beds, a sitting area, vanity
area, cool unit, head with whirlpool tub a shower and a large screen. The
screen was displaying an image of Earth from orbit. The large screen
created an illusion of a window in the cabin as the cylinder had
none. Spencer switched to various channels looking fore and aft as he
cycled through the options. The room steward came by with their luggage on
a robot carrier.

"Good day sir, may I unpack for you" The man greeted with a bow.

"Yes please and could we get the beds made up into one?" Spencer asked.

"Of course sir, it will be done within the hour" The man replied.

Spencer left the man to his work and wondered the ship, arriving back in
the lobby hoping he'd find Conrad waiting impatiently for him. Arriving
there he found no sign of Conrad and thought he'd just wait. He examined
all the artwork and read the list of ship's officers to amuse
himself. Seeing a uniformed agent he thought to stop him but just before he
could he saw Conrad enter the lobby through the same door. Spencer knew
immediately from his body language that he wasn't in a good mood.

"You do all the paperwork in advance and they still give you a good going
over" The man lamented.

Spencer led Conrad to the Cabin which was now made up as one king sized bed
with everything unpacked. Conrad sat at the desk organizing his
documentation as Spencer began to rub his shoulders.

"What are you doing" Conrad snapped, sending Spencer into a retreat.

"Just give me a minute will you" The man continued as he sought to gain
some control over his situation.

After five minutes guilt set in and he felt bad snapping at Spencer for
trying to help. He walked over to where the boy sat on the bed; lifting his
chin the man kissed him on the forehead.

"Sorry Spence I'm all spun up. Rub me down please?" The man offered as he
removed his shirt and lay on the bed. Spencer went to work on the man's
back and shoulders.

"You are tense, what did they do to you" Spencer asked as he found tight
muscles everywhere.

"I'm aboard, that's all that matters now," The man mumbled between moans
and groans.

It took Spencer a couple of hours to get Conrad relaxed and by then the
ship had undocked and began positioning for it's transmartian burn. The
formal reception would be in an hour followed by dinner. Conrad began
dressing and motioned for Spencer to open a suit bag brought in by the
steward. It was semi formal clothes he had bought for him. The boy put on
the loose fitting blue pants and then a long blue and white shirt with a
deep neckline and big collar. The shirt was a work of art in itself with
swirling wave designs on the front and a plain navy blue back. The open
collar exposed much of Spencer's pale chest. Spencer was indeed the smart
dressed man, Conrad thought.

The pair headed down to the reception in the lounge and milled about with
the other passengers. Conrad saw some company men, also dressed in black
tuxedos and introduced Spencer to them. The conversation turned to business
and the teen wondered off disinterested. He noticed that there were some
other kids aboard and spotted a teen about his age standing near one of the
large view screens with what appeared to be his younger brother, both
dressed in matching white.

The teen spotted Spencer approach,

"Awesome shirt, guy" The boy complemented.

"Thanks, I'm Spencer" He greeted with a bow.

"Don't be so formal, I'm Kyle and this is Kevin," the teen said gesturing
to the smaller boy. Both boys had dark red hair and tons of freckles, which
stood out with their all white attire.

"First space flight?" Spencer asked.

"We've been to the moon but this is our first trip on a cruiser, you?" Kyle
responded.

"I'm a Martian but I lived on an asteroid station for while and been on
Earth for a few months. This is my first cruiser, I traveled by freighter
before." Spencer reported, finding it strange to introduce himself as
Martian.

"Awesome a Martian" the younger boy chimed in.

"I hate these things, I hate having to dress this way, at least you look
cool" Kyle lamented ignoring his brother.  "Yeah my employer is doing the
business thing over there" Spencer said gesturing to the black suited group
of men.

"We're in 356 on deck 7, our parents cabin is across the hall if were not
there, we should hang later. I'm 14 and this puke is 11" Kyle
offered. Spencer knew there was value in having a friend for the 9 week
journey and Kyle seemed as good as any for now.

"I'm 15, were in 205 deck 9." Spencer reciprocated. He though Kyle would
have been older, he had Raul's build and stood a touch taller than himself.

Kyle's mother called for the pair as the cruise director was calling for
attention.

"I'll call you later" Kyle said while making a strange hand gesture Spencer
had never seen.

" Ok, I hope we can hang out later too Kevin" Spencer graciously offered
the younger brother as he too made the strange gesture. Must be a greeting
of some kind Spencer though as the two scurried over to their
parents. Spencer returned to stand by Conrad as the director was announcing
their departure from Earth orbit.

"Exciting times folks the Captain has given the order for the transmartian
burn and we'll be on our way very soon" The energetic man said as a count
down clock came on the screen at 23 seconds. The crowd counted down from 10
and then at 0 the ship vibrated as the powerful engines pushed the massive
vessel out of Earth's grasp and on its way to Mars.

The Captain and Cruise director took the applause of the crowd.

"Take your seats please folks dinner is being served shortly," The director
said as he and Captain retreated to a table located at the front of the
dinning hall on a slightly elevated dais.

"Lets sit at that table" Spencer said gesturing to where the Captain and
director had gone.

"No, that's the Captain's table, only invitees get to sit there and I'm
afraid to report that I'm not quite important enough to get us up there"
Conrad replied jovially.

"Maybe I am" Spencer replied with a wry smile and walked toward his
target. Conrad was the one sheepishly in tow this time, not sure what the
boy was planning but preparing to divert him the moment things got
embarrassing.

The Captain was chatting with the Director and first officer when he
noticed a cute boy with funny orange hair approaching. Oh another would be
space pilot with a thousand questions the Captain lamented; well at least
this one was cute. Only once Spencer stood across the table did the Captain
look directly at him. The man shot up from his chair, spilling his salad on
the director. Taking no heed of his actions the dumbfounded Captain could
only manage to say,

"Spencer!"

The boy bowed in greeting and the Captain put his hands on Spencer's
cheeks; he was too far away to hug.

"Look at the size of you boy" The Captain complemented the young man as he
regained his composure.

"Thanks for the extra salad Captain" The director sarcastically interrupted
as he cleaned himself off.

"May I present my employer, Vice President Conrad Brock Novanet
Corporation" Spencer said formally as he gestured to Conrad who moved
forward.

"Mr. Brock may I present Captain Callum Worthy, my former commander at
Nexstar" Spencer continued.

Both men gave the appropriate bows and nice to meet you comments.

"You're looking very well Spence, done well for yourself I see" The Captain
admired.

"You as well sir, you have a very nice ship" Spencer returned.

"Please join me for dinner, both of you" The Captain invited.

"No, no I'll leave you two to catch up" Conrad suggested as Spencer moved
around the table.

"Conrad please join us," Spencer countered as he cocked his head to one
side and gestured with an aggressive point to a chair beside him.

Conrad acquiesced and sat beside Spencer who was between him and the
Captain. Spencer brought the Captain up to speed with the goings on in his
life and dominated the conversation right up to desert, despite the cruise
director's attempts at witty interruptions.

As dinner closed good evenings were exchanged and the pair returned to
their cabin.

"I guess you were more important," Conrad offered as they traversed the
hallway.

Spencer smiled,

"I'm all yours don't worry"

" I don't know perhaps the Captain will make me an offer," Conrad rebuked.

Spencer was quickly undressed and naked in bed as Conrad went through his
evening routine.

"Ready for action sir" Spencer said with a mock salute while lying on his
side.

"Oh not tonight Spenny, I'm beat" Conrad said as he climbed into bed. The
two cuddled up and fell asleep in the pitch-black cabin.

Spencer enjoyed the cruise; there were lots of things for him and Kyle to
explore. He took his freckled friend to the Bridge to meet the Captain. He
kept his visits with his old mentor to a reasonable frequency and always in
public. Conrad didn't mind, in fact he was engrossed in preparing for his
new assignment, spending long hours working.

Kyle and Spencer sat at the end of one of the four pools waiting for Kevin
to appear out the end of the water slide again. Kyle gestured to a girl
their age near the end of the pool.

"She's hot", he commented.

"Yeah, she's nice but I'm not into girls" Spencer admitted.

"Oh" was all Kyle said.

After lunch Kyle asked,

"Can we go to your cabin?"

"Naw, Conard's working likely" Spencer lamented his workaholic habits.

"We can go to mine but my brother might be there," Kyle suggested.

"Ok" Spencer agreed and the two wondered down to the boy's 17 square meter
cabin. It had twin beds and was as messy as could be expected with two boys
living in it. Kyle peeled off his shorts and threw them aside revealing
that he did have freckles everywhere.

"Kyle?" Spencer quizzed.

"Well if you're not into girls" Kyle said gesturing with his hands to his
growing endowment.

Spencer shrugged and got down on his knees before the freckled beast. He
pleasured the small member as he eased Kyle into lying on the bed. Kyle was
quick and loud as he bucked his hips wildly. While the younger boy lay
panting Spencer removed his shorts and climbed into bed. He rubbed their
soft bodies together and then lay on his belly.

"Put it in me" he suggested.

Kyle swung around and positioned himself behind. He entered Spencer with
his recovered member and humped furiously. Clearly Kyle was enjoying it
more than Spencer but with the lack of action from Conrad he was happy to
be getting something. Kyle unloaded 6 times and couldn't give Spencer
anymore. Technically Spencer hadn't broken his contract; he was allowed
personal friends, just as long as he didn't make a profit on the encounter.

Spencer ended up sitting with Conrad at Dinner as the other businessmen at
the table droned on boring him. That evening Conrad found time to be with
Spencer.

"I'm sorry I haven't spent much time with you lately" Conrad said between
kisses.

As they neared Mars Spencer was still getting more action from Kyle than
his employer. The younger boy had gained some stamina while pumping him. On
occasion he would even spend the night in the boys cabin, with Conrad's
blessing.

Spencer returned to the Cabin after another day of adventure with
Kyle. Today they were on the Bridge for the final course correction before
the orbital insertion burn. Spencer enjoyed the bustling activity of the
ship and wondered if he might try and find a way to stay onboard, Conrad
didn't appear to need him after all. As the pair walked to dinner Conrad
asked,

"I have a request for you, and it's just that you can feel completely free
to refuse if you want".

"Ok, what is it" Spencer quizzed.

"Mark from our table, he's taken a liking to you and asked if he could
borrow you for an evening" Conrad explained.

"Only if you want to," he repeated.

"Yeah ok" Spencer said quietly. He knew his contract allowed Conrad to loan
him out to anyone he wished but was still disappointed that he had.

"Oh, ok, well you've been bugging me for more action so I thought it would
work out for all involved" Conrad explained.

"I said yes" Spencer spat out, frustrated that Conrad didn't get it.

Spencer followed Mark to his cabin after dinner and stripped down for his
customer. Mark's endowment was no monster but it was still man sized and
gave Spencer some pleasure.

"Come on, keep going," He pleaded with the tiring man.

"You're insatiable kid" Mark panted giving Spencer what he could.

Spencer finally unloaded and Mark pulled out. The teen hadn't reached
orgasm and felt dissatisfied with the experience. How could Conrad just
loose interest he wondered and then loan me out to this guy.

Spencer went back to his cabin and found Conrad still working, he retired
and fell asleep before the man came to bed. Conrad knew he was ignoring
Spencer and did feel guilty. The kid is here for me not the other way
around he reminded himself. The man tried to console Spencer with little
affections like good morning kissing but it seemed that the boy was
drifting from him. Did I make a mistake taking from Earth he wondered, I
though this one was special.

Another formal party was held for the orbital insertion maneuver. Spencer
skipped it to be on the Bridge. The Captain wasn't cold to Spencer he had
just remained at a professional distance knowing the boy was working for
another man. After the maneuver the Champaign was popped and the ship
settled into orbit around the red planet. Down on the lounge deck Kyle was
getting as much Champaign as he could, some consolation for his parents
requiring his presence. Conrad knew where Spencer must be and thought that
the boy would enjoy being on the Bridge more than standing around in formal
wear. He did become a bit concerned when Spencer failed to take his chair
for dinner. Scanning the dinning room Conrad checked the Captains table and
then glanced over to where Kyle and his family sat. There was still no sign
of the boy when the cruise director began his speech on disembarkation for
tomorrow morning. It was the last night on the ship as the ferries would
come to tender the passengers over to the descent platform in the morning.

Conrad found Spencer lazing in bed, naked as usual.

"Missed dinner." Conrad said flatly.

"Didn't feel like eating" Spencer replied quietly.

Conrad sat beside Spencer on the bed and scratched the boy's back.

"Pound me," he mumbled.

"Hmm?" Conrad quizzed

"Pound me now!" Spencer demanded.

Conrad was taken aback by the boy's sudden aggressive tone.

"I'm in charge here," he told the teen sternly.

"Yeah" was the sarcastic reply.

"Sex isn't love Spencer" The man tried to explain.

What the hell does that mean Spencer thundered in his thoughts. He had ever
told Conrad he loved him, with how things turned out with Raul he wasn't
eager to be disappointed again. He did think it implied though and now
Conrad was telling him this? He doesn't love me Spencer thought.

Conrad could sense this was going badly as Spencer rolled away from him and
remained silent. Spencer was in such moods lately he couldn't seem to say
the right thing to him.

Conrad began stroke the boy's back and then dug his fingers into his belly
aggressively tickling his young beauty. Spencer roared,

" No tickling! I hate tickling" The boy rolled out of bed and with a thud
onto the floor.

"Take it easy Spenny" Conrad pleaded.

The boy stood fully enraged " I hate it when you call me that!"

Conrad was again taken aback, " I had no idea," he blurted quietly.

Spencer had quickly dressed and stormed for the door.

"Where are you going" Conrad said sternly as he stood.

Spencer left without a word, leaving Conrad in emotional turmoil. He wanted
to chase the boy but he wasn't sure he'd know what to say anyway.


Chapter 7

Spencer stormed the hallways of the cruiser, his hate for Conrad fully in
his mind. Asshole gets me off Earth, ignores me, loans me out to some guy,
and then he starts with this sex isn't love shit, what the hell! Spencer
thought.

His wanderings took him to the Bridge. The Captain was his fall back; if
Conrad didn't want him anymore he'd ask the Captain to take him. Arriving
on the command deck Spencer found only one officer, a young ensign perhaps
3 years older than himself.

"Where's the Captain?" he asked.

"Night watch in orbit, everyone one's retired, only time I get to be
officer of the deck" The teen replied flippantly.

"Passengers aren't allowed up here anyway," he continued.

"I served with the Captain on a freighter," Spencer explained.

" Well I still don't think..."

The ensign was interrupted by an alarm.

"Impact warning, impact warning," the formal male computer voice reported.

Spencer and ensign looked at each other as the ship shook violently.

"Impact, passenger compartment, mid ship port side, decompression warning"
The computer reported.

"What the hell!" Spencer snapped.

"I don't know" The ensign frantically replied.

"Something's hit us, must have come by the shield, pulled in by Mars
gravity maybe" Spencer suggested.

"Do something," Spencer ordered.

"Yeah, yeah, Captain to the bridge, pilots to the bridge, emergency
stations, emergency stations" The ensign barked.

"Decompression warning" The computer repeated.

The young ensign was in shock as Spencer stared at him. Spencer stepped
toward the command console and activated the emergency control screen. He
saw that two compartments of the cylinder were venting atmosphere. He
selected the options to close all bulkhead doors he needed to stop the
entire ship from venting. The controls were pretty much identical to the
emergency controls on the Star Master. Thankfully the pilot of that ship
made him memorize the emergency panel.

"Stop that" The ensign ordered.

"We have to stop the venting" Spencer explained.

"The pilot will be here," The ensign said frantically.

"Bulk head doors closed" The computer reported.

"He won't now," Spencer reported.

Spencer could see on the view screen that the impact had knocked the ship
into a new orbit; the back end of the ship was drifting downward toward
Mars. All bad, Spencer thought.

"Warning atmospheric contact in 19 minutes" The computer warned. The ship
was spiraling down, lacking any heat shield the cruiser would burn up
shortly after contact with the atmosphere.

Spencer searched the menu on the console for thruster control. He finally
found it and tried to pulse the aft jets.

"Thrusters offline" The computer reported.

"We have to abandon the ship," Spencer told the ensign.

"No we can't, the Captain will be here" The ensign replied frantically.

"Look at it, we're going in. Order the evacuation" Spencer reasoned.

The ensign entered his passcode and selected the large red icon. The
computer did the rest.

"Abandon ship, abandon ship, all passengers and crew to the life pods" The
computer said as a claxon rang.

Spencer saw some of the pods jettison away but most remained in place. He
scanned the console seeing that almost everything was off line the icons
were mostly red. The ship was getting too close to the atmosphere for the
pods to eject without begin pulled down to Mars themselves, not even the
Bridge pod would make it.

Spencer's mind was racing they had 12 minutes left. While having time to
consider your imminent death might seem appealing it didn't feel that way
to Spencer. His mind took him to thoughts of Conrad and how things were
left between them then back to the ship and what he might do to save
it. The asshole pilot had to have told something else of use. In this
moment of serenity Spencer knew he loved Conrad deeply, sadly it was too
late to do anything about it.

Spencer let his mind drift to the happy times with Conrad, he thought of
the ecstasy he felt with the man. If he was going to die, he damn well was
going to die thinking about happy times. He thought of the Captain and of
how appealing the months of boredom were now. Thinking of the asshole pilot
who in the end had been of some service to him Spencer suddenly had an
epiphany.

"Now by the manual it takes 37 minutes to start the main nuclear engines"
Spencer recalled the pilot saying, "But you can jump start them in 5 if you
really have to"

Spencer snapped out of his daydream and looked at the console. They had 8
minutes left. Spencer began the jump-start procedure, going entirely by
memory, hoping that he'd not miss a step. He was overriding the safety
protocols as he went.

"Open the manifold value" He called to the ensign weeping at the door to
the life pod.

"We're done for," the young officer mumbled as he sobbed.

Spencer got out of the pilot's seat and went over to the engineer's
station. The ship was now feeling some of Mars gravity. The cylinder was
spinning slower and as a result the passenger compartment's gravity was
light but variable, vacillating between floor and ceiling. Spencer selected
the engine override commands and then made his way back to the pilot's
chair. He belted himself in as it felt like the Bridge was being flipped
upside down.

"I'm going to jump-start the engines," he told the ensign.

Spencer selected the engine start but the computer interrupted him.

"Engine start out of sequence" It reported calmly.

Spencer didn't know what he might have missed. He ran though the commands
again in his head. Realizing he'd put two steps out of order he reset and
selected the options again.

"Main engines sequence start. 30 seconds to ignition" It reported.

Now if only they do start and don't blow up we might have a chance Spencer
thought.

With 20 seconds left the console went red with alarms.

"Warning manifold pressure overload. Shutdown recommended" The machine
informed.

"Warning abort countdown, critical error" The machine continued.

"Continue countdown" Spencer shouted.

"10 seconds to ignition, flight control overload, abort countdown," The
machine calmly indicated.

"Continue countdown, mute all warnings" Spencer ordered.

"6 seconds, main engines start" The computer reported.

"Ignition, full thrust", the machine voice reported as the countdown
reached zero.

The ship rocked violently, Spencer could see that he had 3 of the four
engines running. The console was reporting thrust but the ship wasn't
rising. The attitude controls weren't adjusting for the missing
engine. Spencer selected manual helm control and used the virtual icon pad
to flatten out the ship's trajectory. Slowly she began to build speed and
gain altitude. If only he could keep it together they'd be in a higher
orbit in a few minutes. Spencer was constantly adjusting for the pitch of
the massive vessel as the computer finally advised him,

"Orbital insertion achieved".

Spencer selected the engine shutdown icon but the engines kept pushing the
ship.

"Engage engine shutdown sequence" he ordered.

"Flight control overload, critical error" The machine reported.

Spence knew that they would be pushed out of orbit soon, well at least it
wasn't as bad as burning up he thought, unless of course the engines
explode. He could see that many more of the life pods were launching, he
could hear the bridge pod go, as the ensign was anxious to leave.

Alone on the Bridge Spencer hoped that Conrad was able to make it out on
one of the life pods, that way he'd be safe, even if the ship
exploded. Spencer continued to attempt engine shutdown without success,
each time the computer reported a critical error.

"Engine thrust to zero percent" A familiar voice commanded the computer
from behind Spencer.

"Emergency engine eject" The Captain continued.

The engines stopped and then as ordered the aft third of the ship detached
and began to separate from the rest of the ship. The Captain fired the
forward thrusters to stabilize the orbit as the cylinder returned to
rotation, providing more normal gravity.

"What are you doing here Spencer, where's the Bridge crew?" The Captain
asked as he took his chair.

"There was only the ensign on duty and he left in the pod" The boy
reported.

"I'm done for," The Captain lamented.

"The ship is safe" Spencer protested.

"Its in pieces Spence, I just hope we didn't loose any passengers" The old
man was haggard from his journey to the Bridge.

Spencer and the Captain shared a reassuring embrace as they waited for the
recovery crew.

Spencer returned to the descent platform by ferry to look for Conrad, as
the Captain remained aboard to salvage the vessel. The life pods had been
arriving all day but as yet he'd only recognized Kyle and his family
returning safely. A uniformed man approached Spencer and asked,

"Spencer Rhead?"

Spencer dreaded what he might hear next Conrad Can't be gone he thought.

"Yes sir" he said in almost a whisper.

"Sergeant Jones of the Martian constabulary, you're under arrest come with
me" The policeman informed the stunned boy.

"What for?" Spencer demanded as he stood.

"Commandeering a spacecraft, piloting without a license and gross willful
damage to corporate property." The officer continued as Spencer began to
speak, "Tell it to the adjudicator, now come along quietly".

Spencer was led to a brig and locked in tiny cell with no furniture. He
waited there for what seemed like hours. Finally a guard came to collect
him and they proceeded to the descent area. Spencer was restrained in a
seat the back of the drop ship while the guard sat beside him.

"Did anyone die on ship?" He asked the man.

"Lost 57 passengers, but the ship is what the corporation is spun up about
kid," The man reported.

"You're lucky we're not sending you back to Earth, they could execute you
for this, mind you given your age they'd likely put you in a work camp for
the rest of your life, get something out of you anyway" the guard
continued.

"Why aren't they sending me back?" Spencer asked.

"You're a citizen of Mars, heck if you were an Earther you'd be boxed and
on your way home. They were yapping about how it all happened in open Space
and how your Martian rights didn't apply but the Martian Advocate General
wasn't buying it." The guard explained.

Spencer knew that Mars didn't have a death penalty. It was cold comfort to
the boy who only wanted news of Conrad. Arriving on Mars Spencer was taken
to a prison where he was deprived of his possessions including his
clothes. A guard searched his naked body, enjoying it more than Spencer
appreciated. He was held for 4 days in a small cell with another boy a bit
older than himself, who was in for contract violation.

Spencer got his day in front of the adjudicator. He was an older man who
sat between two assistants. The Nexstar Corporate advocate read the charges
and explained how Spencer had interfered with the officer of the deck and
how everything that happened after that was a result of his illegal
actions. Spencer sat alone on one side of the room until he was finally
asked for his side of the story. Spencer told a long and winding tale of
everything that happened, blaming the ensign. Spencer also asked about
Conrad but the adjudicator had no information for him.

Almost a week passed before Spencer saw anyone other than his cellmate. The
larger boy was disinterested in Spencer and his plight, despite Spencer's
efforts to be friendly. One morning the guard led him down a long hallway
near the front of the prison. Spencer's hands were bound in front and
attached to the restraints on his feet by a cord. The guard used a plastic
rod to poke the boy when he wasn't moving at the desired speed. Spencer had
seen the results of a boy being poked when the shock rod was turned on and
had no desire to experience it for him self. He obediently traveled the
length of the hall and was placed in a room with two chairs and a
table. The guard closed the door and left Spencer alone.

Spencer was startled from his boredom when he heard the loud clang of the
door unlocking. It slid aside and he heard a familiar voice as a man
entered.

"Hello Spencer, I'm the senior corporate advocate for Nexstar," The man
explained.

"Yes sir" Spencer said, recognizing the man from the adjudicator's office.

"You know Spencer the adjudicator has heard a lot of information about this
case and it seems that not very much is clear, really. So we at Nexstar
would like to bring this situation to an end and I think we can make you a
fair proposal" His syrupy sounding voice informed.  "Yeah ok" Spencer
wanted it over too. Loosing Conrad had crushed him, it didn't matter what
punishment he ended up with now.

"Ok, here it is, I'm offering you one time only, right now a million
credits"

The man continued as Spencer looked up.

"There are conditions now, you're not to talk about this to anyone, no one
is at fault, it just happened. One of those unforeseen circumstances,
right."

"What happened to the Captain?" Spencer asked.

"Doesn't matter what happened to anyone else, I just need you to agree that
this is all confidential and that you won't seek any further compensation."
He paused "Tell you what my boy, I'll clear your bond too. You're a free
man with a clear name and a millions credits in your pocket."

"Yeah ok" Spencer wasn't really interested in negotiating.

"Your thumb please" The man asked as he extended a tablet recorder.

Spencer maneuvered his bound hands to press his thumb on the tablet, trying
to avoid the plastic digging into his wrists.

"Worthy was promoted to Commodore, he won't command a ship again but it's a
nice management posting for him, in recognition of his bravery and skill in
saving the ship. That's the official story Spencer, right?" He explained.

"Right" Spencer said as the tablet signaled the complete transaction.

"Oh Spencer one more thing, there's a jack ass from Novanet that been
demanding to see you, please get this guy to stop messaging my superiors
it's really quite annoying" The man added as he handed Spencer an infostick
and strode out of the room.

Once released Spencer put the infostick into his GIP and quickly found a
row of houses located along the west wall of agro dome 7. He walked up to
the door and inserted his datacard. Instead of announcing him it opened the
door. Spencer was high with excitement as he flew down the hall. He
remembered how the one-third gravity of Mars allowed him to move much more
quickly, once he got used to it.

Conrad had woken early on Saturday morning; he wasn't sleeping that well
anyway these days, worried about Spencer. After leaving the Cruiser he had
been stunned to find that the boy was facing criminal charges for
sabotaging the ship. Conrad couldn't believe that Spencer would do such a
thing, no matter how angry he might have been at the time. Conrad was
working his corporate contacts for information and was desperate to see
Spencer. He had some minor influence as Spencer's contract holder but was
dismayed to learn the his bond was purchased by Nexstar, the adjudicator
would allow that only if Spencer was to be given some huge fine that would
likely keep him in Nexstar's servitude for what may be the rest of his
life. Conrad would receive some compensation but what he really wanted was
beyond his grasp.

Conrad read the morning net news and learned of the Captain's heroic
efforts and subsequent promotion. There was no mention of a saboteur or
Spencer in the article. Engrossed in his screen and racked by emotional
turmoil Conrad wished desperately to see Spencer again, if only one last
time before his sentencing. It was as if by wishing that Conrad felt the
warm palms of his beauty on his face. Within a second Conrad realized he
wasn't dreaming and spun around in his chair. He grabbed Spencer in a
massive hug and gripped tightly.

"Oh Speeny, oh Speeny," he repeated several times sobbing openly.

With Spencer parked on his thighs the still seated Conrad broke the hug.

"Spencer, sorry, I meant Spencer," the man said sheepishly.

Spencer silently moved in and kissed the man passionately. After several
minutes they separated again, Conrad just stared at what he had thought was
lost.

Staring into the man's eyes Spence spoke quietly,

"I love you Conrad".

"I love so much Spencer" Conrad returned without hesitation as they
embraced again.

The rest of that day the two were inseparable, constantly touching
everywhere they went. Spencer reported the entire story of his adventure to
the man as they walked through the fields of the dome.

"You have no idea how relieved I am to have you back" Conrad told him.

"Yeah, you're an ok guy to work for" Spencer said playfully returning to
his normal personality.

"Actually Spencer they pulled your contract, you don't work for me anymore,
it was part of the settlement" Conrad reminded him.

"Guess I need a job" Spencer said as they entered the house.

"Or a rich husband" Conrad thinly veiled.

Spencer gave him a glancing look without saying anything.

"Think about it for a while, it's a big deal I know. For now you're my
guest not my servant" Conrad added as they prepared for dinner.

Afterward the two sat in the backyard hot tub just enjoying each other's
company.

"You want it inside you" Conrad asked the boy in his lap.

" I don't usually give it up on the first date," Spencer said playfully.

"First date! Hardly" Conrad countered.

"First time I'm not your servant, that counts as a first date doesn't it?
Maybe I'll make you wait 'til we get married," The teen continued.

"Whatever you like," Conrad said cheekily agreeable.

"What ever I like," The boy repeated sarcastically.

Spencer reached around behind himself and gripped the already half turbid
monster. Lifting him self in the water he positioned on his knees, facing
Conrad as he plunged the man's endowment deep into his bowels. Spencer
bounced up and down pounding the monster into him self. The water provided
some lubrication lapping the sides of the tub some spilling out onto the
ground. Conrad resisted pumping, as he wanted the boy to be satisfied
first. He knew the signs that Spencer was approaching his climax. His eyes
would close his head would tilt back slightly and with his mouth partly
open the boy would make noises that sounded like he was saying, " owwha,
owwha" finally culminating in loud throaty growls. Conrad managed to give
him three of those that night, two in the tub and the third in the bedroom
as the man pounded his monster into the willing hole. Finally both lay
spent in a mass of bodies.

"Are you good?" The exhausted man asked hoping the answer was yes.

"I'm so fantastic" Spencer replied as he rolled over to kiss his man.

The end.