Deep Probe

Space has no fury like an intergalactic sex fiend given free reign. From the twisted, seductive mind of director John Bruno comes DEEP PROBE, penned by best-selling authors A.J. Llewellyn and D. J. Manly. DEEP PROBE, a hot M/M science-fiction tale set on a planet far, far away features six astronauts on a rescue mission to a distress signal. They find no signs of unusual life. One of the crew. however, pockets a mysterious green rod. He soon finds it has a mind and sexual tastes all of its own…

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Deep Probe By A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly

Dedication To John Bruno, for trusting us with his wicked take on men in space.

Chapter One ross!” Walter Gross, the new Lieutenant appointed to the Starfleet Cruiser stepped back guiltily. Man, for the resident geek, the guy had a gigantic cock. “This machine is mine,” Beckett snapped. “Sorry, sir.” Gross always spoke in a deferential way, but Beckett knew this kid was trouble. Though only a few years separated Gross from Beckett, experience and attitude counted for a lot. Not to mention intelligence. Beckett hated getting lumbered with Gross, but he’d lost the coin toss back on the Starport Dock. His crew had hyperstopped long enough to refuel, fill the food machines, get a couple of new crewmembers and replace the ship’s doctor who’d started suffering anxiety attacks during their last orbit. They also had fresh medical supplies, including, for medicinal purposes…the reward of these incredible new fuck bags. They looked like industrial cylinders, sleek silos

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A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly for the sexually-deprived. Metallic and immovable on the outside, the interior once the men’s cocks got near them were the closest thing to nirvana these guys had ever experienced. Beckett stepped up to Unit One. It might have been an inanimate object, but he’d started to develop an odd attachment to this silver-sleek sex machine. Gross gave him some space, moving over to Unit Four. There were six in all, to accommodate the entire crew. Since their installation, on-board tensions had eased somewhat, though there were days when tempers flared. Beckett was so horny he could spit. Seventeen months orbiting the solar system was a long time for a group of men to be away from their partners or the pursuit of ass or pussy…away from any possible sexual human contact. Since sex between crewmembers was forbidden by their military superiors, they’d all given the fuck bags a serious workout since they’d taken off again three weeks ago. Beckett unzipped his fly, took hold of his cock and slipped it into the tight opening inside the machine. Fuck. It seemed to know him, seemed to groove especially to his needs. He tried to relax. The ship was under Cruz’s command for the moment. Cruz. Shit. Stop thinking about him and that gorgeous mouth. 2

Deep Probe He pressed the Oral function. The machine hummed, massaging his huge shaft like a warm, wet mouth as he fucked back and forth into it. He loved the slick, slippery feel. Dimly aware of Gross fucking like a jackrabbit a few machines away, Beckett knew his new recruit was fixated on his own pleasure. Still, Beckett craved privacy. He slipped on his earbuds and pressed Fuck. He never lasted long with this button. He could control the tempo, even the heat. He wanted to feel like he was fucking an extra-tight ass. Aaahhhh…bliss. He peered down to the screen in front of him. Which porn movie did he want to watch? Though naturally gay, lately, he’d been watching all kinds of movies. He’d noticed the guys who said they were straight—or at least claimed to be—had taken to watching gay porn. They’d all lost a few inhibitions these last few weeks. I hope that’s a good thing. Mmm…this morning, I want to fuck a man. Yeah. I wanna watch gay porn. He felt the ass-muscle mechanism clamping down on his cock. God, this thing was good. He felt his heart race. Torn between coming and easing back a little, he chose the latter. He slowed down his speed. He felt the tightening in his ball sac recede. He wanted to watch a lot of ass fucking. He chose an oldie, but goodie, Morning Ride. Beckett watched the action, fantasizing he was 3

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly in the scene. When he was back on earth and he got a flat bicycle tire, he could never remember anyone as sexy as these guys being around needing a hand…or an ass. He had never had two hot, scantily clad guys wanting to relieve his personal pressure as well as that of his bicycle tires. He winched the pressure on his cock up a little to the Virgin Ass nodule. Oh, yeah. He watched the hot stud on screen getting fucked by one guy, his cock sucked by another. Beckett closed his eyes briefly and imagined…shit…this was dangerous. It wasn’t the porn star he was fucking but… “Hey.” Beckett’s eyes opened. He gulped. On the verge of coming, the slow, sexy smile on the face beside him sent his orgasm into the stratosphere. Or wherever the hell the fuck bag sent the gallons of come he’d been pumping into the thing for weeks now. Nobody could ever guess he had a secret crush on his First Lieutenant, Jason Cruz. “What’s up?” Beckett kept a snarl to his tone, trying not to think how good it would feel to fuck Cruz’s hot ass to put that smile on his face. “We got an interesting reading.” Cruz glanced downward as Beckett removed his cock from the fuck bag. Beckett made sure Cruz got a good look at it. The few flings he’d had 4

Deep Probe on dry docks had earned him the reputation of having the biggest cock in the Starship system for a damned good reason. “What reading is that?” Beckett rearranged his cock back in his pants. “A life reading.” Beckett snatched the report from Cruz’s hand. The brief contact between them was hot. He tried to shake his mind from the thought of how good it was to fuck that bag, imagining it was Cruz begging him for relief. “It’s a distress signal.” Beckett was stunned. “Not one I’m familiar with.” “I’m not either. It’s an alien planet, but the infra red cellular detector says quite clearly that it’s human.” “Yes, I can see that.” Beckett was aware of his handsome Lieutenant’s grave, frank gaze. God, he was hot. Next time, he’d ask for ugly bastards. This was too much, lying awake at night, thinking about the guy who was just next door. He wished he could suck Cruz’s cock. He wished— “You okay, sir?” Cruz sounded concerned. “I’m fine.” “The machines are cool, huh?” Cruz gazed at the line of fuck bags. Beckett saw Gross leaving the room. He had no interest in ship or planetary matters. Food, music and fucking were his gig. Beckett really disliked 5

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly the guy. He refocused on the page in his hand. “Which planetary moon is this?” “Zoran. One of the Martian moons in Zone Three.” Beckett held up a finger. “There was a pilot ship that went dormant in that zone a few months ago. They weren’t able to get any kind of cellular reading at all…they’ve been listening to the frequency ever since, hoping for some sign of life.” “The Gaugin. I remember.” Beckett’s thoughts raced. “They thought the ship went into unauthorized hibernation, just lost somewhere in the stratus Alpha K system.” Cruz nodded. “The ship just seemed to vanish off the radar, undetected even by our finite reader.” Beckett glanced from the page back up at Cruz. “So maybe this is our missing ship.” The two men stormed down the gangway. Cruz trotted to keep up with Beckett. “I haven’t run it through the statistical genie to check if it matches the Gaugin’s stats. I brought it to you right away.” Beckett turned to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Gross scuttling back into the fuck bag room. He was like an oversexed cockroach. That horny little ass! He tried not to think about his messing around with Jason. Shit. Don’t call him that! Jason was Cruz’s first name. He 6

Deep Probe couldn’t let that slip. He’d be court-martialed for sure. “No, you did the right thing coming straight to me.” In the Observation Tower, they ran the tests, alerting Control back on port about the signal. The three other crewmembers on the ship turned up. They immediately helped to chart the signal on the transparent automatic viewfinder which was tutored by a life-like robotic hologram image. “I love the idea of rescuing the Gaugin,” Lieutenant Infinity said. Infinity was a new crewmember. He’d integrated well with the regulars. A tall, muscular black man, he had brought some stress relief with one-on-one basketball and bull riding to the operation. Infinity’s mechanical bull got as much of a work out as the fuck bags did. It was a great stress reliever. The Console Room, where exercise and fucking machines now stood side by side, was everybody’s favorite room. “Maybe there’s some hot chicks on board.” Infinity grinned. “I’m so horny even Gross is starting to look good.” Cruz laughed. It was well known Infinity, their new ship’s doctor, was strictly a ladies’ man, but there had been rumors since he’d taken to watching hard core gay sex scenes. He’d even started asking the three gay crewmembers about getting fucked and if they really liked it. It didn’t 7

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly make him gay. It just meant that Infinity was not getting what he needed from straight porn. Beckett found himself grinning. It was funny how some gay guys liked to watch straight and straights liked to watch gay. He’d spotted Infinity’s massive cock in the fuck bag room a few times. It was a weapon, not a dick. He wondered…no. He didn’t wonder. He had to stop listening with half an ear. He ran through the last-recorded Gaugin sessions. Nothing. His heart sank when he realized the signal codes didn’t match the Gaugin’s. He turned off the hologram who was delivering the bad news in midsentence. “Shit,” Cruz said, reading the screen. “It’s not a match.” They couldn’t figure out what the signal was. There was a moment of silence in between the insistent pings of the distress signal. “Any other downed ships?” Malloy asked. One of Beckett’s favorite officers, Malloy was fast and unfortunately handsome, but didn’t give him blue balls the way Cruz did. “Not in our sector.” Beckett started to pace. Control was following their data, but had yet to authorize permission to land. “We can’t ignore it though.” “Is it my imagination or is the level increasing on that distress signal?” Infinity suddenly asked. 8

Deep Probe Since he was the medical man, everyone listened to him. All conversation stopped. “He’s right,” said Lieutenant Karsten, the Nordic bombshell among them. Karsten was the ship’s engineer with knowledge of several languages and the only admitted bisexual on board. It sounded like a manic heart beat. It was a clear and present SOS signal. “What the heck…that’s a non-English extension to Morse Code,” Lieutenant Karsten said. He frowned, listening to the sounds. “But it’s human, right?” “Yeah. Chinese or Korean. I haven’t heard these ones for a long time.” “It’s Korean!” Cruz pointed to a series of long, flat lines on the screen now magnified above them. “The Korean code uses equivalents of the Roman alphabet.” “Is this a ship that’s been missing a long time?” Infinity asked. Nobody had an answer, but as the distress signal increased, Beckett made a decision. He was the ship’s Commanding Officer. He had heard enough. “We’re gonna have to land. Cruz, tell Control we’re going down. Infinity!” “Sir!” “Get the suits ready. Make sure our oxygen levels are steady.” 9

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly “I’m on it, Commander.” The door to the Observation Tower burst open. “Somebody microwaving something?” Gross asked, crashing into the room, a silver food pouch dangling from his long, skinny fingers. Infinity brushed past him, shaking his head. In spite of himself, Beckett almost laughed. “Suit up, Gross. You’re leading this expedition.” “Me?” Gross squeaked. “Really?” He swallowed the last bite of his protein bar. “Wow. Cool!”

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Chapter Two he ship landed on the Martian moon. Beckett saw no signs of life, but then they never did. It wasn’t like in the old memoirs he read of South seas explorers who rounded a cove of some uncharted island and found canoes laden with lush, bare-breasted islanders paddling at recordbreaking speeds to greet them. They all took a few seconds to scan the screen. Beckett was responsible for everyone’s wellbeing and their safety. He tried not to feel a twinge of disappointment at the usual nothingness that had awaited them so many times. It gets so old. I can’t remember the last time I got excited about my job. He scanned a few feet on either side of the introductory probe. They’d had a few surprises in their journey, ugly critters nobody could identify and as much as the entire crew wanted to bring these strange specimens on board, it was strictly forbidden. “Don’t bring back anything except a human,” he warned Infinity who led the charge

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A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly with Gross. Infinity nodded. “That goes for you too, Gross.” Cruz had elected to stay on the ship with Beckett who was busy getting chewed out by Control, even though his decision to land was well within their protocol. “They’re such assholes,” Cruz muttered when Beckett ended his side of the conversation. “I heard that, Lieutenant,” a voice crackled on the other end of the line. Beckett and Cruz exchanged amused glances. They turned back to the expedition. Cruz watched the men, Beckett monitoring the distress signal. “I still hear it, but I don’t see anything,” Molloy reported from the lunar surface. His reports corroborated the others. “Gross?” “Yes, sir?” “Anything?” “No, sir. I see a rod. Kind of a bar—” “Don’t bring back anything to this ship, Gross.” “No, of course not.” The distress signal suddenly stopped. “That’s weird.” Beckett moved from one monitor to the other. “Did anyone see anything?” “Nope, that’s a negative, Commander,” Karsten responded. Beckett urged the crew to keep searching, until 12

Deep Probe their oxygen levels started to wane. He ordered everyone back to the ship. “That was really strange,” Cruz said. **** Gross couldn’t believe his luck smuggling the rod back to his personal pod. He couldn’t examine the thing fully until their evening meal break was over. Beckett insisted they had these meals together. A kind of bonding thing. A couple of times, he found Beckett staring at him, as if he knew that Gross had palmed the rod he’d found on the moon’s bumpy surface. It had almost flown right into his hand. It seemed to want to be with him, because once he grabbed hold of it, the rod seemed to mold to his hand and arm movements. He knew it was crazy. It was just a rod. He knew it was against all the rules of the Starship system, but he didn’t care. The fuck bags were great, but what he wanted was to get fucked. He thought the rod would be a good fuck toy. That was all. He could hardly confess his secret fantasies to his ship’s Commander. He raced through dinner, listening to the conversation about the vanished distressed signal. There is no connection between that and my new toy. It’s a complete coincidence that as soon as I touched it, the damned bleeping signal stopped. 13

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly None. Since they were eating, the talk moved onto food. “These shrimp cocktails are amazing,” Cruz said. “They’re so good.” “We’ve come a long way since Gus Grissom was rebuked for eating a corned beef sandwich by NASA,” Infinity remarked. “I remember watching that video during training. The crazy shit the pioneers went through,” Cruz said. “The Russians had caviar,” Beckett reminded them. “They labeled it as vodka as a joke.” “What did the first dog in space eat? You know, Laika?” Gross had asked. “Nothing.” Beckett stopped eating, looking very upset. It was well known he liked animals, particularly dogs. He had one back home that his father, a ground Commander, looked after for him. “Really?” Gross had asked. “They sent her out to space knowing she would die,” Beckett said. “She never got a chance to eat the gel she was supposed to have. She died within a few hours of her launch due to overheating and stress.” “That’s a rough way to go,” Malloy said. Karsten broke the somber mood. He was always good for that. “I trained with the Russians. 14

Deep Probe In case you were wondering, borscht still tastes crappy, even when microgravity is involved.” Everybody laughed. When the group meal broke up, a few guys went to the Consul Room to work out, a couple to the Observation Tower. Gross couldn’t wait to get to his pod...and his new toy. He locked the pod, pressed the privacy button and got naked as the screens fell over his tiny personal space. He felt a moment like this required candlelight, so he flicked the switch and his pod became infused with a soft, warm glow. Naked on his bunk, his fingers stole under the pillow where he’d hidden the rod. His fingers crackled as soon as he touched it. It wasn’t a bad feeling…it was good. He could feel his cock growing hard. Wow. It likes me. It really likes me! Gross tried to remember the last time he’d been fucked. In reality, that was. In his mind…in his fantasies, the crewmembers all took their turn with him. He especially loved the fantasy involving him, Infinity and Beckett. He could come just at the mere thought of Infinity fucking him with his massive wang. He examined the rod. It felt warm and heavy. It was about ten inches long, almost two inches thick. All day he’d fantasized about having the whole thing shoved into his ass as he fucked 15

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly himself to mindless orgasms. He couldn’t wait. The rod’s initial gray color now showed green glints. Wow! A sexy fuck toy! He lay on his back, his cock growing hard as he kept the rod by his side. He had to prepare himself for such a power tool. He licked his fingers, spread his legs and started to stroke his neglected ass hole. He found his thumb strumming upward, toward his balls, stroking them, coming back to the base of his cock and back under the ball sac again. He’d had a commanding officer years ago who’d introduced him to the secret pleasures of his perineum, however, nothing beat having a tongue in that sensitive area. His breath grew shallower as he used his other hand to stroke his cock. He had two fingers inside him now, but he couldn’t wait. The rod crackled at his side. Gross stopped what he was doing and gulped. The rod was almost completely green. Oh man, he wanted that thing…and he knew it wanted him, too. He placed it between his legs, right at his warmed-up hole. Which fantasy would he use? His eyes flew open as the rod slipped inside him. Oh, God. This was great. He could swear the rod was doing its own thing, entering him, snug inside his ass. He was certain it was fucking him without his assistance. Oh…oh, man…he tried to think 16

Deep Probe about which crewmember fantasy would bring him off. No. It wasn’t a crewmember. It was the mechanical bull. Gross bit off a maniacal cackle as he relived his favorite fantasy… Only the gay crewmembers knew the bull had a massive cock that could be lowered via remote control. Only Gross had tried and kept trying it, crawling underneath the bucking bronco as its mechanical cock came out from beneath its mechanical loins. He waited, on his hands and knees, the remote in his hand to adjust the tempo as the bull’s cock entered his ass. Gross gasped when he realized it was really happening. He was underneath the mechanical bull, taking the huge cock into his ass. It fucked him fast and furiously, no matter what buttons were pressed. “Shit!” he screamed as he came all over the place. His head dropped to the floor, the bull cock continuing to ride him. As usual when he was getting a decent ass fucking, he yearned for a cock in his mouth. “Open up,” Infinity said and Gross’s mouth flopped open for the ship’s doctor’s massive cock. Gross sucked on the big black man in front of him as the cock inside him pumped away. It was fucking him too aggressively for him to even brace himself to stroke his cock, but he sound found he was coming again. 17

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly Infinity was naked except for his black military boots. He wanted to kiss and lick them, to thank Infinity for being part of his dream. He came so hard he thought he was having a heart attack. “You didn’t wait for me, asshole.” Infinity stepped on the remote with a blackbooted heel, smashing it. The bull cock planted so deeply inside him stopped. Infinity took his cock away from him. Gross whimpered. Infinity stood and pointed down to his boots. Gross kissed their shiny tips, until Infinity grunted his approval. The doctor lifted Gross away from the mechanical cock. “You took your ass fucking like a man. You want me to fuck you?” “Yes, yes!” “On your knees, cock whore.” This time, Gross found himself braced over a weight bench. He waited until Infinity stuck his cock into him. In this position, he could jerk himself off. Not that he thought he could come again, but God help him, Infinity kept up such a wonderful pace in his ass and called him such nasty names, Gross started to come. He felt Infinity’s cock head start to swell in his ass, flooding his belly. Gross felt Infinity’s cock 18

Deep Probe exploding. He plunged in and out of Gross so hard, his come splattered all over Gross’s ass. “Wow,” Infinity said in his ear. “We must do this again.” Gross thought he’d passed out, but when he found himself on his knees on his bed, the alien sex toy still in his ass, he knew. Just knew he hadn’t imagined it. There was come all over his ass. And it wasn’t his own. **** Cruz wished he could suggest a hot romp with Molloy. Maybe making a pass at his associate wouldn’t be as bad as coming onto Beckett. Man, he was hot. At night, all he thought about was Beckett. They’d come close to having sex once back in dry dock, before they worked the same crew. He took to the fuck bag machine, needing the outlet. Infinity was riding the mechanical bull and Cruz smiled as he put his cock inside the fuck bag, selecting Oral for his pleasure. Where was Gross? Usually he was the last man standing at the fuck bags, but he hadn’t even been in here all night to exercise. Cruz allowed the machine to do all the work. He imagined the mechanical, artificial mouth 19

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly working its magic and he imagined it was Molloy sucking him. He watched the scene he always liked to watch when he was getting off: Spock and Captain Kirk on Star Trek. Somebody needed to make a gay porn version of it. He tried to imagine Molloy, but his face always morphed into Beckett’s. He gripped the sides of the machine as he came, the artificial mouth sucking on him, bringing brief, sacred relief. Cruz sighed. He’d love to be in bed with Beckett right now, getting ready for a good, solid ass fucking. He picked up his towel, dried off his sweat and went back to his pod. He was stunned when Gross came out of his pod. “Dude,” he whispered. “You are not going to believe this shit!”

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Chapter Three ou’re kidding me, right?” Gross shook his head. “I know we’re not supposed to, but I…I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to get fucked so badly.” “You violated protocol. You disobeyed orders. You had this thing inside you. Shit, Gross! Next thing you know, you’ll have a giant calamari exploding from your belly.” “Will you relax? It…look, I don’t know how to explain it, but it reads your mind. It delivers your wildest sexual fantasies. It’s amazing.” Cruz stared at him. “Wanna try it?” “No, I don’t wanna try it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the mushrooms in your pasta tonight were the psychedelic kind.” “Try it.” Cruz thought for a second, a brief second about wanting to fuck Beckett and how good that would feel. “It’s impossible. Can’t happen.” He shook his

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A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly head. “Try it,” Gross coaxed again. “I can’t. Shit. Why did you tell me about this? Now you’re making me a party to something that can get us both some serious disciplinary action.” “It disciplined my ass, let me tell you. I feel like a new man.” “Thanks for sharing.” “I washed it,” Gross said, putting it into his hands. “Just go for it. You won’t be sorry.” Cruz held the gray rod in his hands. Poor Gross. So hard up for cock it had made all kinds of wild and crazy ideas pop into his head. “I can’t. Sorry.” “Not as sorry as you will be. You’re the one missing out.” “What the hell’s going on here?” They both jumped when Molloy came out of his pod. “Nothing,” Cruz said, holding the rod behind his back. “I heard an argument.” “No argument.” Cruz gazed at Molloy, halfnaked in nothing but tight black boxer briefs. How nice it would be to roll around the sheets…the floor…anywhere, with him. Maybe he could try it…maybe he’d be able to tell Gross it was his imagination. Then Infinity could get the guy on some psychotropic meds, to 22

Deep Probe relieve him of his strange delusions. Maybe— The second Molloy’s back was turned, Gross snatched the rod from behind Cruz’s back. “Since you don’t wanna try it and since I’m keen to experiment…I’ll just take this back to my pod.” “But—” “Let me know if you change your mind.” Gross closed his door. It had been on the tip of Cruz’s tongue to say, I’ll tell. But of course, he didn’t. He would wait until Gross was out of his pod the following day and remove the alien rod. He was only thinking of Gross’s mental health. Absolutely. The rod was having a dangerous influence on him. Cruz sighed and walked down to his own pod. Deep down, in spite of his protestations, he knew he wanted to try this alien…probe himself. He’d try it and when he confirmed his own suspicions that Gross was hallucinating, then and only then he’d report the space finding to Beckett. Beckett. Man, he got a sudden image of the two of them sharing that alien toy. He shook his head. Enough. He needed rest. Tomorrow would be another long day. Gross’s door opened and Cruz looked inside. He could hear water running. He knew Gross had exactly thirty seconds of shower before the valves shut off. 23

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly Who the hell opened the door? He peered inside and the rod glistened in the light. He reached forward and took it, feeling a strange pulsing as he quickly exited Gross’s quarters. The door slid shut again. In his pod, Cruz put the rod aside, casually laying it on the nightstand beside his bed. He stripped off his clothes and thought about this expedition. It had a feeling they weren’t going to come up with anything special and it kind of amused him that Beckett seemed disappointed. He chuckled as he hopped on the bed and stretched out. Sometimes he believed that what would please Beckett the most would be encountering a shipload of the most bizarre, hostile aliens ever. Hostile aliens, with docile canine companions looking for a new home. Cruz ran a hand over his chest and down to his cock, semi-erect for some reason although he couldn’t say he was thinking anything sexual. Although they say men think about sex all the time, and for gay men, well, double it. He turned on his side, snuggling down in bed. He didn’t like sleeping with blankets. The pod was temperature controlled which meant he could make it any damn temperature he pleased. “Kill lights,” he said and the lights immediately went out. He loved voice control. He closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them again as 24

Deep Probe something green penetrated his eyelids. He sat up and stared at it. Nothing. He could have sworn that thing was glowing. Very bizarre. He closed his eyes again and felt himself falling, falling, a strange feeling really. And when you concentrated on it, it usually had the opposite effect. In that state between wakefulness and sleep, he felt something probe his anus. It was like a nudge really, it jabbed, then circled, jabbed, then circled. It figured he was dreaming and he went with it. Jab, circle, jab, circle, then thrust, hard, and deep, sliding and push up the sensitive tunnel without mercy. “Ooh,” he cried, “yeah. Commander!” The thrusting and poking went on, the rod turning round and round inside his ass, and his eyes suddenly opened. The light was on in his pod and he really was in no position to question how in the hell that had happened. He was holding one knee high with one hand and hanging onto that green rod with the other. His thighs were spread and that green rod was fucking the hell out of his ass. Although his hand was on it, he couldn’t seem to control it, couldn’t speed it up or slow it down. “Oh God,” he hissed between clenched teeth, his cock harder than he’d ever remembered seeing it before, come running out of the head and dripping onto the sheet. “Um,” he ran his tongue around his lips. An 25

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly image of Beckett came to his mind. He leaned over him, dangling his cock over his lips. Then Gross with his extra large cock, stretching his asshole even wider and operating in consort with the green rod. Suddenly he gasped, the rod inside his ass seemed to expand, grow rounder, ever harder. It was as if a cock had joined it and was pounding him. His legs were both high in the air now, and again his legs were wide, giving the fucking team greater access. Becket fucked his face with his cock, pulling him over to the side and letting his head hand over. Fingers brutalized his nipples. “Slut,” Beckett grunted. “You’ve always been a slut, always wanted my cock in your ass. Wait, after I fuck your face, after you think that poor ass of yours can’t take anymore, I’m going to let Gross have a turn at that pretty mouth and I’m going to dig for treasure in that ass.” His cock pumped. The green rod pushed back and Cruz was obligated to pull it out, but then as he closed his eyes, Beckett knelt between his thighs. “More,” Cruz urged. “More.” Beckett slapped his ass and then rolled him over on the bed. “On your knees, bitch. I think from now on, I’m going to let the entire crew take a crack at your ass. Would you like that?” 26

Deep Probe Cruz moaned as Beckett stuck his fingers into his ass. That green hue filled the room and suddenly Gross was forcing his jaw open and he was swallowing as much of his enormous prick as possible. Beckett finger-fucked him and then called out, “Come in, guys. We have a slut here who wants to have his ass plugged.” Cruz was in heaven as Karsten, Mallory and even Infinity walked into the room. Hands roamed his body. Beckett began to fuck his ass and Gross pushed his cock further down his throat. Karsten and Mallory began to do some nipple play right in front of him and Infinity got behind Becket and began to play in his ass with that rod. The room filled with their sex play and Cruz didn’t want it to end. He cried out, begging for cock as Karsten pinned Mallory face first against the wall and nailed his ass hard. Cruz had no idea how loud he was and suddenly it was only him crying out. He was on his knees, his hand now fucking his own ass with that rod, and he didn’t even hear the door to his pod unseal. “Cruz!” He shook himself as if coming out of a trance and looked over his shoulder. He instantly took his hand off the rod and scrambled to his feet. 27

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly That thing was still hanging out of his ass. He stood at attention, his hand in mid salute as Beckett stood now in front of him. “What in the name of Pluto is going on?” Embarrassed, still semi-erect, totally naked, with a green rod hanging out of your ass wasn’t the best way to be when your commander came a calling. Beckett walked around him, his gaze not missing a single thing. He reached out a hand and grasped the rod that was protruding from Cruz’s ass. “Do you care to tell me what in the hell you’re doing?” Cruz licked his lips, his cock getting hard again. Damn it, here was Beckett, the object of his desire, tugging on something in his ass. He was shaking all over. “Speak, Lieutenant.” “I…well…we…I was.” “Put your hands on top of your head,” he said. Cruz looked at him. “What?” “Don’t give me what? Door, seal.” The door instantly closed. Damn that rod seemed to be humming in his ass, that green hue filling the room. Beckett moved around Cruz again, slowly, his hand trailing over the green rod as if he couldn’t stop touching it. “Spread your legs,” he demanded. 28

Deep Probe Cruz did as he was told. “Yes, sir,” Beckett insisted. “Yes, sir.” He swallowed. “Is your cock hard, Lieutenant?” “Yes, sir.” “Were you fucking your own ass with that rod?” “I was, sir, kind of, I mean, it kind of was helping me.” “Oh yeah,” Beckett leaned closer. He lowered his head and began to lick and suck Cruz’s nipples. “Um.” “Don’t speak. Don’t make a sound unless I tell you, understand?” Beckett barked. Cruz nodded. It seemed the green rod was having a most unusual effect on Beckett. He liked it. He liked it a lot. “I don’t want to have to punish you,” Beckett said, undoing the buttons on his uniform. “Oh punish me, punish me, commander. I’ve been such a bad boy.” Beckett smirked, removing his boots and socks and then his pants and underwear. “So I see,” he drawled, moving closer. He took hold of Cruz’s cock and fondled it roughly, slapping it to and fro. Cruz winced, letting his head go back. “Um, yeah.” Beckett went to his knees and began to lick 29

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly Cruz’s balls and his cock. He took Cruz’s shaft deep in his throat and worked it until the come spouted over like lava from a volcano, coating Beckett’s lips and running down his chin. Cruz cried out, his hips working as Beckett stood, wiping off his mouth. “You were told to be quiet. I will need to punish you.” Beckett grabbed him and pushed him down on the bed on his stomach. “On your knees and spread ‘em, Lieutenant.” Cruz balanced on his palms, turning to see Beckett stroke his own cock a few minutes, then grab hold of that rod. He pushed it in and out of him, fucking him hard. “Like that?” “Yeah. Go, go.” Beckett took his time using the rod, reaching under to torment Cruz’s cock and balls at the same time. Finally, he withdrew the rod and grabbed his hips. He tipped him up some, getting on his knees and went into his ass hard and deep. Cruz grunted from the impact. God, Beckett could fuck, this way, that way, deeper, deeper. “Oh Yeahhhhhhhhhh!”

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A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly Beckett said. “How much can I stretch you?” He picked up the green rod, which seemed bigger suddenly. Beckett licked the length of it and then brought it close to Cruz to lick. It was like an aphrodisiac. Cruz felt something cold and snug snap closed around his cock and balls. It shocked him. “What the…” Beckett leaned back and watched. A pair of nipple clamps closed over first one of Cruz’s nipples, then the other. “Your wish is my command,” Cruz said, panting. He’d never had this kind of hardware on him. He could hardly breathe from the squeezing sensations and yet…and yet, he wanted Beckett’s cock in him…badly. “Fuck me!” Cruz urged Beckett, who lifted his legs, spread them wide and lowered his mouth to Cruz’s aching hole. He jabbed his tongue inside and stimulated him, then teased his hole with the rod before moving the rod between his own thighs and pushing it up into his own ass hole. “You’re torturing me, but it’s so hot,” Cruz said. “Let me play in your ass with it while you fuck me.” Beckett laughed. “Novel idea, Lieutenant, but you won’t be able to reach.” “We need a third.” Cruz grinned. “Gross?” “Oh yeah.” Cruz’s smile widened. “Gross. That 32

Deep Probe cock could fill up a man.” Beckett’s fingers splayed over Cruz’s chest. “I want you to myself first…this cock looks ready to come. How do the nipple clamps feel?” “Intense.” “Hmm. Let’s discuss intense when I make you come again.” “Please, please.” Cruz fell back on the bed as Beckett entered him again. He came hard, the pleasure rippling through his body up and down from his throat to his ass. He almost passed out. “I don’t know if I can take anymore,” he said as Beckett released the clamps. “We’ll take these off for now. You don’t last long enough with them on.” He bent down and kissed Cruz, this time it was a gentle kiss. The two men gazed at each other and the kiss deepened, their tongues dancing over each other. It was a beautiful sound, tongue on tongue, mouths colliding. God it had been so long since he’d been kissed and Beckett knew what he was doing. Beckett broke off this kiss first. When they heard the seal compression release, they both looked up from the bed to see Gross standing there. “You called me, Commander?” He grinned, his gaze going to Cruz, then back to Beckett, still 33

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly embedded in Cruz’s ass. “You got to love this thing,” the commander smirked, wrapping his fist around the rod in his ass. “My wish really is its command.” “Commander?” Gross questioned, trying to contain his glee. Even by-the-book Beckett had caught whatever it was that rod was carrying. “I think I might need a hand, or a…cock?” Beckett lifted an eyebrow. Gross smiled broadly. “I’m always happy to be of service, Commander.” And by God, that was no lie. Now, if only he could coax Infinity to get a little charmed by this thing. Hmmm... Gross immediately began to undress. He got behind Beckett who was kneeling between Cruz’s thighs on the edge of the bed. He licked the green rod that was planted deep into Beckett’s ass. Cruz could see and hear this. Suddenly, Gross aggressively pulled the commander straight up and began to assault his nipples with his fingers. “The rod’s fucking me on its own.” Beckett whimpered as Cruz reached up and felt it. He was right. Cruz felt Gross brushing his fingers away. “I want that thing in me. I want to fuck our commander myself.” “Yeah,” Beckett said, over his shoulder. “I’m sticking it in,” Gross said. “Oh man, that feels good. Hold on, sir, I’ll be in you 34

Deep Probe momentarily.” Cruz held on, feeling the weight of his commander in chief get heavier. It translated to his cock springing to an immediate salute. This was hot. He glanced up at Beckett and Gross over his shoulder, both men grinning at him. Cruz felt a momentary pang. He loved the idea of Beckett being in him as he was taking a hot cock up his ass, but now he was jealous. How could he be jealous in the middle of his own sex dream? Suddenly it all went away. He found himself crying out all over again. Beckett wasn’t in his ass. Gross wasn’t in the pod with them. The green rod lay between his parted thighs. His hands went down and felt come between his ass cheeks. The rod however seemed dormant. Holy shit. I broke the supersonic fuck toy! “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spoil it.” The rod didn’t crackle or pop or respond. “Please wake up. Please.” Christ. And I was ready to report Gross for reasons of insanity. His hand fell to his thigh. The cock ring was gone. He reached around on the floor. No nipple clamps. He reached between his ass cheeks. He’d been fucked, all right. He knew he’d come a few 35

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly times and should have been happy. But he wasn’t. He turned over, fighting a wave of sadness. I loved how Beckett felt in my ass. Cruz roused himself finally, cleaned up, got back into his uniform and left the rod tucked under his pillow. He’d come back to it later. He left his pod, his body still in sexual motion. Man it had felt so good being fucked. He went to the tower and was surprised to see Beckett at the consul. Cruz could hear heartbeats…frantic breathing. It reminded him of the frantic sex they’d shared, even if it had been a fantasy. It got his cock hard all over again. Beckett was so focused, he never even seemed to notice Cruz’s arrival. Lord, he was a hot man. Cruz watched him playing and replaying sounds and touched his commanding officer’s arm. Beckett jumped. “What the…oh. Sorry.” “What’s going on?” Cruz asked. “I want you to listen to something.” Cruz nodded. “Sure.” “Okay, without my telling you who we’re listening to, just keep an open mind and tell me what you think.” Cruz nodded and Beckett played a sound byte. Cruz listened. A pulse. Rapid heartbeat. “That’s 36

Deep Probe very fast. A hundred and two beats a minute. Extreme stress,” Cruz said, above the awful sound. “Okay. Now listen to this.” Beckett played another sound byte. Rapid heartbeats. The rhythm was different. Fast, slow…he listened, fascinated. “Well?” “I can’t be sure. I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing.” Beckett pointed at him. “I don’t think so. But just listen to one more tape.” This one came with breathing as well. “I feel like I am listening to porn,” Cruz said. “You are.” Cruz gawped at him. “Listen again.” Beckett played the first and second tapes and the third. “What the fuck is going on?” Cruz said. “Tell me what you think.” Cruz hesitated. “The first tape is clearly a distressed human.” “Dog.” “Dog?” Cruz was stunned. “It’s the last known heartbeat of Laika, the first dog in space, before she died.” Gross. “And the second?” 37

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly Beckett smiled. “The ship’s commanding officer of the Gaugin, the missing vessel. It’s his last recorded heartbeat.” Cruz stared at him, blinking a couple of times. Beckett stared back at him, then played the third tape, the porn. “Wait a minute. Are you saying the commander of the missing ship was having hot sex when his craft vanished?” Beckett nodded. “I think so. They all were. If you can believe it. I’ve listen to all the officers’ last known recorded sounds. It’s like a big goddam orgy was going on.” “Jesus,” Cruz said. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but somehow…” Beckett threw up his hands. “They went out with a…er…bang?” Cruz asked. **** Molloy strode down the gangway, his attention diverted by Cruz’s pod door opening. A strange green mist drifted out and something flew at him, landing at his feet. Frowning, he glanced down. It was a rod. “Cruz? What are you playing at?” He bent to pick it up, but the rod flew right into his hand. His eyes widened as the rod crackled and fizzed like an old-fashioned sparkler. 38

Deep Probe Molloy felt weird. He had sudden images in his mind…images he’d fought hard to resist. He tried dropping the rod, but it wouldn’t budge. Instead, he found himself pushed to the side, up against the wall, the rod in his hand flipping down to his cock, massaging it. Stunned, he watched the rod running along the length of this cock. He tried twisting and turning, trying to stop the thing, but his cock only grew harder. Uncomfortable in his own pants, he checked up and down the hallway to make sure nobody was coming and with his free hand, fumbled with the Velcro snaps on his pants. The rod disappeared into his underpants. He stared down, watching his cock tenting his boxer briefs, the wet spot staining the fabric. He licked his lips. Jesus, he was coming! When he opened his eyes again, Infinity was standing in front of him, naked, his cock half-hard. He wore nothing but big, black boots. “Suck my cock,” Infinity said and kneeling before him, Molloy started working on the juicy stick at his jaw. This can’t be happening. God, I’ve wanted this for so long! He worked up and down on Infinity’s massive cock, the rod working its way between Molloy’s own thighs and moving side to side. It was as though the rod wanted to get into his ass. He took his mouth off Infinity for a moment as the rod 39

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly curved up under his ass. He panted and moaned as it entered his ass. “Fuck,” Infinity said. “I want some of that action. Get up.” Molloy stood, wordlessly as the rod did incredible things in his ass. Infinity took his face in his hands. “Can you hear me, Lieutenant? Turn around.” Molloy did, bracing himself against the wall. The rod seemed to sizzle and crackle inside him. He felt Infinity’s tongue along his tailbone as the rod moved deeper into him. “Man, I’ve wanted to suck this ass for months,” Infinity murmured, his face settling between Molloy’s ass cheeks. Infinity slowly removed the rod, licking and sucking it for a moment as it stayed inside Molloy’s ass. He licked the hot hole as the rod finally came out. Infinity licked him, kissing his hole. He felt the big black ship’s doctor removing his shoes and pants and his underwear. Infinity raised Molloy up by his armpits. Molloy dangled in the air, his cock hard, swinging in front of him. His body trembled as Infinity kissed his ass, licked the crack between his slick cheeks and lowered him again. To Molloy’s surprise, his feet slid straight down into Infinity’s boots, his feet resting on top of the strong man whose cock now poked at his ass. 40

Deep Probe This was the sexiest, hottest thing that had ever happened to him. Molloy jutted his ass out, his body welded to Infinity by foot and by cock. The fucking he’d craved was even better than expected. Man, he is so good. Infinity held Molloy to him by the belly. He kissed and bit the back of Molloy’s neck. “Your tight ass makes me feel…” Infinity stopped speaking. Molloy felt the guy’s cock twitching, hitting him in all the right places and then Infinity was coming. He gripped Molloy’s hips and fucked him hard and deep. Molloy came, too, all over Infinity’s boots. He had an insane desire to lick his come off those boots, but then heard a door opening. His eyes opened. He was standing alone, naked, his clothes strewn everywhere. He heard somebody coming, picked up his gear and ran, the rod lying on the gangway floor.

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Chapter Five eckett thought he saw a naked ass running, but his immediate focus was on the rod lying in his path. He’d never seen it before. His immediate thought was something had fallen from the foundations. He checked the ceiling and walls, pulled his laser-flash from his belt, illuminating crevices around him. Nothing. He was doing another sweep just as Cruz came walking toward him. The expression on Cruz’s face was priceless. “What the hell are you doing with that? Did you take that from my room?” Beckett stared at him. “That would be, What the hell are you doing with that, sir.” The expression on Cruz’s face turned sullen. “Sir.” “This is yours?” “Not really.” “What’s it doing out here?” Cruz looked stunned. “I have no idea.”

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Deep Probe “None?” The rod crackled in his fingers and Beckett started thinking hot and nasty thoughts. “It was on the ground,” Beckett said. He was starting to sweat. He wanted to be naked in bed with Cruz. He wanted to suck the man’s cock until he came. He wanted Cruz to beg him for his cock. A door opened. “My pod,” Cruz said quietly, gesturing to his left. “What the fuck is going on?” Beckett asked. “It’s, sex. Sir.” “Sex?” Cruz opened his mouth to speak and Beckett couldn’t stand it anymore. He leaned in and kissed his Lieutenant. Holy shit! His lips are so soft. They went at it, like the love-starved space sailors that they were, teeth, lips, tongues, caressing, teasing, tasting. Their mouths seemed to have their own minds. “Fuck,” Cruz said, breaking off the kiss. “Your fantasy is even better than mine.” “Fantasy?” Beckett’s hand strayed to Cruz’s pants, rubbing at the cock stiffening in there. Just as quickly, he pulled his hand away. “We can’t do this.” Beckett said it with such longing, such anguish, he couldn’t even believe he was giving in to protocol. Cruz grabbed his hand and dragged him into 43

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly the pod, the door snapping shut between them. Beckett started kissing him again and pulling at Cruz’s pants. He got everything off him, Cruz working hard to take Beckett’s clothes off him, too. “We can’t,” Beckett gasped. “They might see…hear us.” “Please sir, please. Fuck me. Just think of us as a couple of dogs in space who want each other.” Beckett grinned. “Woof.” Their kisses intensified once again, their hands rubbing all over one another’s bodies. Cruz was as beautiful as Beckett thought he would be. They fell on the Lieutenant’s bunk, but Beckett couldn’t get his mouth on the cock he craved. Cruz was too busy holding onto it. As Beckett hovered between Cruz’s strong thighs, he felt Cruz’s cock against his. He looked down from where he knelt and watched the two hard cocks gripped in Cruz’s hand, rubbing against one another. He began madly humping the hand and the cock. Cruz seemed lost in bliss. They came together, Cruz laughing out loud. “I want to fuck you,” Beckett said. He felt daring and brave. He had visions of walking the plank and frowned. They didn’t do that in space. They didn’t toss you out into the universe. He began kissing the man underneath him. Cruz still held Beckett’s cock in one hand, casually fondling himself with the other. 44

Deep Probe Beckett watched him for a moment. He wanted more. He scooted back and licked his way down, using some of the come all over Cruz’s flat belly to slick up his ass. Cruz’s ass was so inviting and within a couple of minutes, he was whimpering to be fucked. “I’ll fuck you,” Beckett murmured. “I’ll make you come so hard with my cock inside your ass.” “You’d better. I’ve waited long enough.” Cruz’s eyes were closed, but his smile was wide. As Beckett leaned down and kissed him, Cruz immediately responded. “Stop playing with yourself, Lieutenant,” he said against Cruz’s mouth. “If you stopped teasing me, I wouldn’t have to.” Beckett eased down between Cruz’s thighs. He gazed down at the ass he was preparing to fuck. It was a dream come true. Cruz wriggled around, trying to get the cock in him and reacted jerkily as he got it inside him finally. “I….oh…yeah…oh, fuck me, sir.” Beckett fucked Cruz the way he’d dreamed and felt a sense of achievement as he made the man of his dreamtime fantasies come the way he did. He soon followed, thinking it would be nice to have a big dick in his own ass. “Nice,” he heard a voice say and gasped. Gross was behind him. 45

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly Gross! Wait. He’s got a huge wang. I have to remember that. He hoped he didn’t have to ask for Gross to fuck him and soon whimpered with pleasure as Gross licked and sucked at Beckett’s ass hole. He felt Cruz’s fingers on his nipples. Cruz squeezed and he felt his cock coming back to life in the hot ass pinned underneath him. Gross reached down and felt Beckett’s cock as it moved in and out of Cruz again and cuffed Beckett’s balls. He was still deep inside Cruz and didn’t plan on coming out any time soon, so Gross had to work his cock into Beckett’s ass without much room to move. “I think the commander may be a little tired of always being in charge,” Gross said over Beckett’s shoulder to Cruz. Cruz smiled. “Is that so? He’s doing a pretty good job from my point of view.” Beckett braced himself for the huge cock in him. Man, Gross was gigantic. It took his breath away. He was usually a top, but bottoming for a big cock as he fucked sweet Cruz was sure one big giant turn-on. Gross grabbed Beckett’s shoulders and pulled them back. “Thrust out your hips,” he demanded. “I want them accessible.” Beckett obeyed, causing Cruz and Gross to look at each other. “Wow, I could get used to this,” 46

Deep Probe Cruz said as Gross began pounding Beckett’s ass. The sensation of the three men fucking seemed intense for each of them. Beckett, sandwiched between Cruz underneath him and Gross above him, kept pace. His hips moved up and down and he was working his way to a really mind-blowing orgasm when Gross stopped. “Got any rope?” “Whaaa?” Beckett couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Gross pulled out of him and Cruz pushed him off him. “I was just starting to enjoy myself,” Beckett whined. He lost his balance as Cruz hoped off the bed. “In my kit, under here.” He went into a box under the bed and came back up with a rope. “On your back,” Gross pushed Beckett forward and then Cruz rolled him over. “Wow, I’m going to love manhandling you, baby.” He blew his commander a kiss and before Beckett could say anything, Cruz shoved his underwear in this mouth. “Drag his hands over his head and tie them to the headboard,” Gross demanded. Beckett began to struggle then. Cruz laughed and Gross jumped up and quickly tied his hand on the other side. “Look how hard he is,” Gross said. “He loves it.” 47

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Deep Probe those pants and his ass started to twitch. “Molloy…you sure you’re okay?” “Sure.” Molloy indicated to the screen. “I loved this movie.” “Yeah?” Infinity crossed his arms over his chest. “I dunno, seems pretty damned farfetched to me.” “What does?” Molloy longed to be on his knees sucking that mighty black cock to get it ready to plug his ass again. “Well, the idea that they could get something on board without the Commander knowing. That seems pretty fucking out there. Even for a movie.” Molloy thought about the rod. He wondered where it came from. And where was it now? “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s possible.” **** Cruz got on one side of the bed, Gross on the other. They held up Beckett’s legs, pushing back at his knees. Cruz began to fuck Beckett with that green rod. “Um, I’d love to play,” Cruz said, his hand falling on Gross’s big cock. “Will you fuck me with that monster later?” Gross winked at him. They worked on Beckett, pinching and biting his nipples, tormenting his cock and balls, fucking 49

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly him frantically with the green rod, then both men took a turn at his ass. Beckett came hard, then Cruz let him loose and Beckett fucked Gross as Gross inserted his massive cock up inside Cruz. Hands roamed everywhere, cocks changed places and the green hue began to dim. **** Infinity scowled at Molloy. “As the ship’s doctor, I can tell you that I would know if something alien was on board.” He paused. “Molloy. You’ve got the weirdest expression on your face.” “No. Not me.” Molloy shook his head. “You look sort of moon-faced.” “No. Not me,” Molloy said again. “You look…I don’t know. Sort of happy.” “No. Not me. I’m hungry.” “Hungry?” Infinity checked his watch. “You should make some of your jambalaya,” Molloy said. He seemed to come out of his torpor for a moment. “Yeah?” Infinity was egotistical and he was the first to admit. Apart from his gigantic cock, he was a brilliant doctor and a master chef. “I think we might have those ingredients on board.” Molloy perked. “Want me to help you?” 50

Deep Probe “Yeah? Why not.” They strode into the galley and as Molloy retrieved the standard-issue stockpot, Infinity checked the pressurized fridge for his ingredients. He found chicken, tomatoes, and to his joy, the secret ingredient that would make the stew a smashing success. “What do you think of my sausage?” he asked, waving around a nice, chunky andouille. “Oh, my God. Nice. Excuse me.” Molloy got weird all of a sudden. He dashed out of the galley. What the fuck is wrong with him? Infinity shrugged off Molloy’s odd behavior. Things hadn’t been the same on board since they made the abortive rescue effort. He concentrated on chopping the meat and chicken, sautéing them in the pot as he chopped vegetables. He threw them in, aware that there was a strange atmosphere on board. Gross came in, all happy smiles. He was being cool. Not his usual irritating, whiny self. “Came to get some water,” Gross said, grinning like a fool and rushing out with three bottles of their best herb-infused blends. Infinity threw rice and water into the pot, stirred and lowered the heat. The jambalaya already smelled good. He could hear laughter and wasn’t sure why everyone seemed so damned happy. 51

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly “Something smells good,” Cruz said, coming into the galley. Gross, Karsten and even Beckett seemed unusually upbeat. Maybe it was something in the food they’d been eating. If so, the jambalaya should make them all goddamned delirious. It was a mystery, and being a doctor, Infinity loved a mystery. “Hey,” Molloy said, returning. “Hey.” Infinity stared at him. “Should be ready in about half an hour.” “Fantastic,” Molloy said, grinning at him. Infinity sensed Molloy was uncommonly happy about a plate of stew. Something made him leave the galley and he walked into the room with the fuck bags. Not one crewmember was in there. That was unusual. When he checked heart stats, he was surprised to see that nobody had used the machines at all that day. What the hell is going on here? Back in the galley, Molloy was stirring the pot with what looked like a thick spoon. “What are you doing?” he asked Molloy. “It doesn’t need stirring.” “I’m gonna take a quick shower before dinner,” Beckett said. Molloy was still bent over the pot, ignoring Infinity’s remarks. Infinity slipped out of the galley and watched as Beckett walked in the opposite direction from 52

Deep Probe his pod. Okay, he’s getting some. Who with? He strained to listen and heard a door open and close. He was certain he heard erotic sighs. I’m imagining things. He checked his watch. He felt irritated, like something good was happening to everybody else except him. A different kind of camaraderie was developing on board, one that appeared to be increasingly physical. Maybe that explained why none of them had used the fuck bags at all today. Infinity stood in the front of the ship, looking out into deep space. There was an eerie inky blackness surrounding them. And although it seemed familiar, it was also ominous. As the ship hurtled forward into deep space, he felt his cock harden. “Strange,” he murmured. He peered closer at the window. For a minute, he could have sworn he saw a greenish hue mingling with the darkness. He felt strange for a second, very…ah…horny? Yes, that was it. He wished that there was a least one woman on this ship. He went to the console room, undid his pants and stood in front of one of the fuck bags. He fiddled with the controls as he inserted his erection and chose some gay porn. He had no idea why gay porn was so stimulating to him now. 53

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly He’s always been strictly a pussy man. He put it down to being surrounded by all these men, and he had to admit, some of them were hot as hell. Gross had the biggest cock he’d ever seen and as he watched one guy swallow half of another guy’s cock on the screen, he went into the menu in front of him and pushed the button marked, tight, hot tunnel fuck. As he pumped into the tunnel, the men on the screen were both tipped over onto their knees and violated by a beautiful black guy who looked a hell of a lot like him. He narrowed his eyes, but the vibration of the machine suddenly made him feel as if his cock was being devoured, the image blurring in front of his eyes. “Infinity, yeah, baby, fuck me, fuck me, Doc.” As his cock pumped into the receptacle, he gasped. He looked around. “Damn, I heard that. They said my name in that…” He tried to get his breathing under control and turned up the volume. The two white guys were loving it, getting their ass slapped, one of them rimming the black guy’s ass, and the other taking his cock up the ass. The black man didn’t look anything like him suddenly, and one guy screamed out, “Lloyd, Lloyd.” He shook himself. “Bizarre,” he whispered. His sweet little session was over. For now. He was 54

Deep Probe shocked to find as he withdrew his cock that Molloy was beside him with a spoon. “Try some of this.” “Molloy. Can’t I zip up in peace?” “No. You gotta try this.” “But—” Molloy pushed the spoon past Infinity’s protesting lips. The doctor swallowed. Hot dang! What the fuck did I put in this? I want Molloy on his knees with my cock in his ass. “Good?” Molloy asked. “Hmm?” Infinity had nothing but cock and ass on his mind now. His cock and Molloy’s ass. Molloy got to his knees. “Let me suck it, please.” Infinity felt as if he was in a state of high fever that suddenly spiked. He watched Molloy take his meaty cock head and lick it. “Don’t fucking make me rape you, Molloy. Fucking suck it!” Molloy sucked Infinity’s cock into his throat. In his whole life, Infinity had never had another man near him, not like this. He’d had fantasies, God help him, but Molloy had been his biggest one. He had fantasies about fucking them all, but Molloy for some reason hit him in all the right places. “Wanna play doctor?” he asked, easing Molloy off his cock. Molly grappled for it. “Yes, please,” Molloy 55

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly said. “Get up.” Molloy rose and Infinity threw him over his shoulder. He dragged the Lieutenant to his medical bay. Here they would have privacy. Here, he would teach Molloy to respect his cock. He opened and closed the door, laying the man onto the examination table. He could see, under the harsh operating room lights he turned on now that Molloy’s cock was hard in his pants. He stroked it lightly. “God, fuck me,” Molloy begged. “Don’t worry about that,” Infinity rasped. His fingers worked at the snaps on the other man’s pants. He couldn’t believe how excited he was at the idea of fucking a beautiful tight ass with a cock and balls attached. He worked off Malloy’s boots and pants, the soldier’s cock straining the confines of his bikini briefs. The cock sprang out as he slipped them down his smooth thighs. Molloy lifted his legs. For a moment, Infinity was at a loss. Was he supposed to lick the ass before he fucked it? He’d seen enough gay porn to know that he was supposed to. As he leaned forward, his own hard cock belied the squeamishness in his brain. If I’m man enough to fuck this ass, I have to be man enough to taste it. Molloy panted on the table as Infinity’s big 56

Deep Probe hands ran over his thighs and ass. As his fingers played over Molloy’s ass hole, Infinity knew the man on the table wanted him. Infinity stopped playing. He bent his head and his tongue tip touched the hole waiting for him. In his past, Infinity had balked at eating some women’s pussies because of poor hygiene. He’d never eaten an ass before, but something seemed…right, pure and highly erotic as his tongue moved across and poked into Molloy’s hot ass. He felt nothing but sheer pleasure, almost to the point of coming, eating the man out. How could this be? “I think I’m gonna come,” he announced. “No, no. In my mouth,” Molloy moaned. Infinity moved up to the head of the table and fed him his cock. A few well-placed licks to his cock head and Molloy took the whole thing into his mouth. Fuck man, he gave better head than any woman. Molloy sucked him until he came. Infinity pulled out, as he was still shooting, to coat the ass quivering in his hands with his juices. Fuck! Molloy was getting off the table. He stood against it, ass jutting out. Infinity finger fucked the man, his cock soon getting hard again. He took his time working into Molloy, allowing his pants to fall at his ankles. The first sensation once he got past Molloy’s tight opening was just how good it felt. Molloy 57

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly was doing some sensational things with his ass, working it around Infinity’s cock better than a woman ever worked him. Infinity fucked the man hard, riding him down. He felt a fresh orgasm building at the base of his skull, where it always started with him. He felt the flurry up and down his spine, watched the ass in his hands taking every last inch of him and then, unbelievably, Molloy’s ass seemed to bear down on him. Oh, he’s coming.The knowledge sent Infinity into overdrive and he fucked Molloy with quicker strokes, as he came, too. He remained inside the Lieutenant’s ass. “I could do this all night,” he said, his fingers touching the cock dangling between Molloy’s legs. It gave him a sense of total power knowing he made the man come this way. “Fine by me,” Molloy said, over his shoulder. Infinity grunted and pulled his cock out of Molloy. He didn’t want to admit he wanted the Lieutenant on his back, that he wanted to watch his face as he came. They were interrupted by Karsten knocking at the door. The two men dressed, Infinity sorrier than he could say when Molloy left and Karsten entered his quarters. “I have a headache,” the Swedish officer announced. As he ran through Karsten’s vital stats, he 58

Deep Probe started to wonder if he’d imagined making fierce love to Malloy, but he knew he hadn’t. He wanted another bout with the guy. Will I get my chance? Karsten droned on about how maybe he’d been working too hard. Infinity knew he should feel grateful lately, since they’d met no alien threat. There had been no injuries. He prescribed Karsten some aspirin and gave him the afternoon off. On his way back to his pod, Infinity paused, looking to the right down a narrow corridor. A green hue radiated from the pod at the end. That was the commander’s quarters. What the fuck? He proceeded carefully, creeping along the hallway and then suddenly like a deer caught in the headlights, he froze, the green hue enveloping him, swirling around him. There were vibrations in his ears and then he felt as if he was being sucked into a vortex. The compression on the door eased and he heard a whoosh, and suddenly he was standing inside the room. He blinked, the green hue diminishing. “You’re here,” someone whispered, “because you are my fantasy.” “But I don’t think he could be here,” another voice said, “unless there is some fantasy of his here as well.” Infinity rubbed his eyes as he felt hands unbuttoning his shirt, undoing his pants. His 59

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly mouth opened a little. “Commander?” He was looking into Beckett’s eyes. He was holding a green rod in his hand, which he lifted to Infinity’s lips. “Taste it,” he urged, “and taste paradise.” Jambalaya. No…other things, too. “Passion,” he murmured. As the green rod passed across his lips, Gross moved up behind him and drew back Infinity’s head. He forced open his mouth and Beckett’s playfully jabbed the tip of the green rod in and out of it, then pushed it a little deeper. “Lick it,” the ship’s commander ordered. “Imagine it’s my cock.” Infinity couldn’t reply, his mouth was stretched open by the rod and Gross was moving his cock between his ass cheeks.Sweet Jesus, this can’t be happening to me. I can’t have another man’s cock in my ass! Cruz moved his hands down Infinity’s chest and went to his knees. He started sucking Infinity’s cock. Beckett fucked the doctor’s mouth with the rod with one hand and tugged and pulled at his nipples with the other. Infinity began to moan. Beckett removed the rod and stroked his own cock with it then went and lay on the bed and began to bugger his own hole with it. 60

Deep Probe Cruz pulled Infinity to the floor and Gross pushed him to his knees where he began to loosen up Infinity’s ass. It felt strange at first to have Gross play in his hole and then it began to feel real good. He lowered his head and moaned as Cruz got under him. “Suck my cock, slut!” Infinity began sucking and licking his cock. “Eat my balls,” Cruz grunted. Infinity obeyed, sucking Cruz’s large balls into his mouth. He began rocking his hips as Gross fucked his ass with his fingers. “You’re ready, whore,” Gross announced, removing his fingers as Cruz moved out of Infinity’s reach and stroked himself to orgasm. Beckett was still fucking himself on the bed when he felt Cruz drag his head back by the hair and began to enter him. Infinity was on his knees, crying out, “God, you’re so big. You’re going to spilt me in two!” “You can take it, straight eight.” Gross laughed. “Only you won’t be so straight eight when I get done with your ass. I’m going to use your ass…use it, use it…” He thrust all the way inside, deep. Infinity moaned. “Oh God…” Gross rocked his hips, yanking on his hair as if he was riding a prize bull in the rodeo. Gross fucking his ass suddenly became the main event 61

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly as Cruz and Beckett now watched from the sidelines, Cruz fondled Beckett’s cock all the while. Infinity was surprised to see Beckett pulling Cruz’s mouth to his. He watched the voracious way the two men kissed. He wished Molloy were here. Gross let go of Infinity’s hair, tipped him up a little, screwing his cock up inside him as deep as he could get. Infinity felt as if he was ready to pass out. The fucking slowed some, became calculated with Gross moving his cock from side to side, then sped up again, until Infinity’s teeth rattled. Gross shouted out his release, leaning back, withdrawing from his fine ass and Infinity gasped. He had no time to move as Cruz moved behind him and slapped his ass a few time. “Um, you’re hot, and I love straight men. Their asses are so…” Cruz’s cock sliced into his ass, hot, steamy, wet and Infinity licked his lips, his cock dripping come. “Yeah,” he hissed, “Use me, use my ass. Fuck my ass, hard, um, yeah.” Did I really just say all this? The commander lifted Infinity’s head. “Lick me clean, doc. Don’t leave a drop.” While Cruz fucked his ass, Infinity cleaned the commander’s cock, suckling his balls until Beckett 62

Deep Probe was hard again. “Okay,” Gross said, when Cruz came in Infinity’s ass. “He’s mine.” “You just had him,” Beckett laughed. “No, I want his cock in my ass.” Gross placed his palms on the wall and turned his ass to Infinity who had turned over onto his back. “Come and get it,” Infinity said. “Come to papa.” **** In the galley, Molloy and Karsten had finished licking the last of the jambalaya out of the pot. Karsten was squatting between Molloy’s legs, sucking his cock. “You having fun?” Molloy asked. “Karsten came off Molloy’s cock for a moment. “Not as much fun as I want.” He pulled Molloy to the floor. The pot and spoons they’d been using clattered to the floor. They tore at each other’s clothing, cocks bared, sinking into an impassioned sixty-nine with Molloy sitting on Karsten’s face. Molloy felt his cock slipping down Karsten’s talented throat, felt the Swede’s fingers poking at his ass. He almost howled when his cock popped out of Karsten’s mouth and that hot tongue slapped against his ass. 63

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly He, too, began to suck Karsten’s ass. They went at each other, flipping over and over, their mouths glued to one another. Molloy sat against the wall, the galley kitchen a mess from their exertions. Flour had fallen from somewhere. They were like human pastry in the making. “Get up on my lap.” Karsten scooted up and Molloy’s cock poked at his ass as Karsten gripped his own cock. He sank down on the stiff dick at his ass. Molloy watched Karsten’s face changing as he took Malloy inside him all the way. Karsten bounced up and down on him. “Slow down, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” Malloy said, his tongue flickering at Karsten’s throat. “I’m gonna shoot, I can’t help it.” Karsten started to come, even though Malloy grabbed the base of the man’s cock and gripped it. Karsten fell apart in Malloy’s arms. Malloy held the man to him. “Easy, easy,” he said as Karsten started to relax again. “This time we’re going to do it my way. Nice and slow.” He stayed inside Karsten who moved up and down with a nice, steady rhythm. “Very nice, hot ass,” Malloy said. He moved his fingers to Karsten’s mouth, opening his lips. He pulled out Karsten’s tongue and spat on it. He 64

Deep Probe spat a second time and saw that Karsten was getting hard again. “Swallow, baby,” he said. Karsten did as he was told. Malloy pushed the man back onto the floor, got between his legs and fucked him vigorously, his mouth clamped on Karsten’s. **** Back in the pod, Infinity looked at Gross, his gaze moving over the finest ass he’d ever seen. Gross motioned to him. “Fuck me, stud. Fuck me straight boy. Show me what you got.” Infinity stood, stroking his cock slowly. He walked over to Gross and seized him around the waist. He’d never fucked a man apart from Molloy, and even that seemed a dream. None of it seemed real. He still couldn’t believe he’d just been fucked himself. He spread Gross’s ass and went to his knees, licking his ass first, making sure Gross was ready. At the same time, Beckett came up behind him and ran the green rod over his back. When Infinity stood to plug Gross’s ass with his cock, Beckett began playing in his. The tip of the rod teased his anus, then shoved itself up inside. Infinity cried out as he fucked Gross, and was equally fucked by the rod. He could see Cruz 65

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly masturbating as the fucking went on. “We want to make sure,” Beckett hissed, “that your ass stays open to our cocks.” “Stays open? Hell,” he cried out as he slammed Gross into the wall, “I’ll never do a chick again.” He pulled out of Gross and looked at Beckett. “God, I love it. Play in my ass with that thing.” Cruz grabbed his arm and pushed Infinity face down on the bed. “On your knees,” he bellowed. He took the green rod from Beckett and pushed it deep into Infinity. He moaned loudly. He was loving it. Cruz moved it from side to side, grinding it in, pulling it out and then he felt Beckett and Gross on both sides of him, holding his arms prone as Cruz fucked him hard, pulling it out suddenly only to plunge his cock into his ass again. Infinity howled as the green hue moved around the room. Gross went into Beckett and Cruz held onto the bedposts, his ass offered in invitation to Infinity. Infinity pulled on his nipples and fucked him with his fingers and then plunged his cock into his ass. When he woke up in the morning, he was lying in his own pod. The automated female voice said, “Wake up, Infinity, time to work.” He blinked open his eyes and sat up. Then he gasped as the automated voice, which was now deep and male, 66

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Chapter Six ross was the first one to mention it. It had been so unsettling. Beckett had the feeling that none of them were really in control anymore. He was apprehensive as Gross approached him at the bridge. “It spoke to me,” he said. “Sir.” Beckett peered at him. “Excuse me?” “It spoke to you this morning, too, didn’t it?” Beckett turned away. Gross touched his arm. “We can’t just ignore it. It’s alien and it’s alive. I think it’s permeated our computer system. Beckett, it’s growing, taking over the ship. It’s no longer contained in that rod.” “What are you talking about?” he snapped. “This morning when I awoke, my automated alarm clock was a male, not the normal female voices used for wake-up calls. He said…” “He?” “Okay, it said something obscene.” Beckett sighed. “Are you sure you weren’t

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Deep Probe dreaming?” “I’m sure.” Gross waited for Beckett to give him something, anything. Beckett nodded. “What are we going to do?” “We have to look for the source.” “I think it’s…in the air…like a vapor.” Beckett sighed. “It looks that way.” He was quiet for so long that Gross blurted, “We’re going to have to…destroy it.” Beckett lifted an eyebrow. “You really want to do that?” “It’s going to totally consume us,” a voice said suddenly. It was Cruz. “It happened to you, too, didn’t it?” Gross asked. “Yes. And to Infinity. He told me this morning in the shower.” “You were in the shower with Infinity?” Beckett demanded. “I can’t think of anything but sex,” Cruz said. In spite of himself, Beckett was pissed. He hadn’t had any time alone with Cruz. Their sexual frenzy had been fun, but he still wanted to be alone in bed with his favorite crewmember. Cruz was staring at him in an odd way. “We have to find this thing and…” Gross was saying. 69

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly “Where is Infinity?” Beckett demanded. “In the shower. He was…well, he couldn’t seem to stop masturbating.” “I can help him with that,” Gross volunteered. He took off at a gallop. “Why are you angry with me?” Cruz asked Beckett. “I’m not angry.” “Yes, you are. You know I want to be with you. I told you. I—” Beckett leaned forward and kissed him, then stepped back again. I’m the commander of this ship. I need to get my grip back on reality. “Always mixed signals from you,” Cruz said, shaking his head. “Not mixed. I’m clear about how I feel. We can’t do this.” “We already did. I don’t give a fuck about official protocol. What we decide to do in our bed is between us.” Beckett ran a hand over his face. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.” “Well, we are. Deal with it. I think we can diffuse this thing by isolating it. We focus our thoughts on the person we want…we don’t let it control us anymore. I want to be loved to death. Not fucked out of existence.” Beckett stared at him a moment. “You might have something there.” 70

Deep Probe “I do. Fantasies are one thing. The probe…it woke us all up. It doesn’t have to rule us.” “Well…I don’t know.” “I know.” Cruz was adamant. “Karsten and Malloy are in love. The ship’s doctor…well he would probably love to examine that thing and well…Gross, he’s the one that brought that thing in here. They’ll want to fight over it.” “Where is it now?” Beckett asked. “Last I heard the doc had it.” “And tell me, Cruz. You got everyone else figured out. What about us? You and me?” “We are the last of the red-hot lovers,” Cruz said, stepping in for a kiss. Their tender moment was broken by Gross returning. “I can’t find him…sir.” “You stay here,” Beckett demanded and went to find Infinity. Infinitely didn’t quite know what was wrong, but he couldn’t seem to stop masturbating. He had been standing in the shower for the last half hour and his cock remained hard no matter how much he stroked it. Back in his medical bay, he was about to take the rod out of the closet when Beckett came into the room. “Don’t open it,” Beckett warned. Infinity gave him a look of desperation. “Help 71

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly me,” he said. Beckett moved toward the sexy doctor. “This is highly irregular,” he said, clearing his throat. Cruz is gonna have to understand. This here is a medicinal blowjob. “This is an emergency,” Infinity muttered. “Christ, what’s happening? I’m not even gay. I mean I didn’t used to be.” “Got a taste and can’t go back.” Beckett chuckled, carefully inspecting Infinity’s erection. “Think you can make it go down?” Infinity asked, a look of concern on his face. Beckett grinned. “I’ll give it the old college try,” he said and went to his knees.He got Infinity good and pumped, the doctor came in his mouth. The man had been a fucking machine for almost twenty-four hours and now, finally the erection subsided. Beckett wiped his mouth. “Get cleaned up. We’re gonna have a full crew meeting in the tower in ten minutes.” “Christ on a rock, I’m getting hard again,” Infinity said. “Leave that thing in here. Nobody’s to touch that rod until the meeting is over,” Beckett said. He saw the longing look on Infinity’s face and suddenly heard the voices. The echoes and cries of men locked in the cabinet. The rod carried the power of all that lust. All that passion. 72

Deep Probe “Come on,” he said. “I’m not leaving you alone with it.” “We’ll just throw it out in space,” Cruz suggested, eyeing Beckett as he came into the meeting room, a hesitant Infinity in tow. “Yeah,” Gross slurred, his head lolling on the conference table, “who can we trust to actually do it?” “We’ll all do it,” Beckett said, matter of factly, “together.” He, too, felt a distinct weariness settle in. He suddenly realized that he’d had little sleep over the last few days. “Where is it now?” Cruz asked. “Locked away,” Beckett replied. “I have the key.” Infinity gave him a pleading look. “I think we should do it, but not just yet.” “Our friend here,” Gross sniggered, “has developed a taste for cock.” Infinity grinned at him. “I’ll share.” Gross got to his feet. Beckett pushed him back down. “Easy boy.” “What, only you and Infinity can have fun?” Cruz threw at him. “Stop this, Cruz,” Beckett warned, “it was only a medicinal blow job.” “Ha, give me a break!” Cruz sneered, “whoever heard of a…” He stopped, put up a hand. The ship 73

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly seemed to be vibrating, humming. “Shit,” Cruz hollered, “something’s wrong!” He turned and raced from the room, Beckett, Infinity and Gross on his heels. When they arrived at the bridge, they all stood there in awe. The control room was empty. “Who in hell is running the ship?” Gross gawked at Beckett. “Where’d they go?” Infinity muttered. Cruz suddenly snapped out of the fog. He ran to the control panel. “We need to install the emergency Delcon stabilizer boost. “ He began to plug in the codes and Beckett jumped to his aid. “Come on, Infinity,” Gross said, “let’s hunt for the crewmembers.” Beckett nodded at them and they disappeared to start their search. Beckett watched Cruz now and was suddenly very turned on by his ability to keep a cool head and take charge. He placed a hand over his as the rumbling continued. Cruz paused to look at him. “If we don’t get out of this, remember I…” He trailed off. Beckett met his eyes. “Remember, you what?” “You know what.” “I think I’d like to hear it from you.” “I…love you.” Cruz smiled. “Good.” Beckett said, “cause the feeling is 74

Deep Probe mutual, now could you hand me that manual over there. I have interference. The Delcon stabilizer is not working.” “Shit. Are we going to go off axis, spiral into the atmosphere?” “Not if I can help it,” he said, taking the manual. “I want to try something else.” As he worked, Beckett watched the screen. They were moving too fast and headed straight for a meteorite. “How long?” he asked, articulating what Cruz hadn’t. “Half hour, tops.” Beckett nodded. Suddenly, the ship gave a thrust, then another, then they heard a great groan as it seemed to shake violently, then go still. “Jesus Christ!” Beckett grabbed Cruz as they both fell to the floor. “You okay?” “Fine.” “It was as if the ship…had a…” “Orgasm,” Infinity supplied as he and Gross walked back into the control room. “We found the crewmembers.” “And?” Cruz raised an eyebrow. “Are they alright?” “Just fine.” Gross laughed, coming in behind Infinity. “Fucking each others’ brains out.” “Shit.” Beckett was at the controls. “It’s over,” he 75

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly announced, “we’re back on course.” Gross was at the other control station. “Guys, we have a communication coming in.” “Origin?” Cruz demanded. “Unknown.” “Check for virus accumulation delay,” Beckett ordered. “Employ status high vigilance protective shields. Change frequency and resolution to slow speed. At least that way if it’s dangerous, we have time to squash it with the fiber net enforcer.” Everyone crowded around Gross, watching carefully as Gross erected the protective codes and allowed message mode access. The screen was suddenly clouded by a mist. Everyone peered closer. Beckett reached out discretely and took Cruz’s hand. The image slowly materialized. There was a collective gasp. On the screen was one of the most beautiful men they’d ever seen. He was completely naked, his expression blank. When the voice transmission came through, the language sounded garbled. “Enable the alien translation devise,” Beckett urged. Suddenly the language began to switch to English. The intonation sounded unnatural, but the words were clear. Delights of the flesh…not to be denied…the rod is a reward for work well done. The rod has no power beyond your own desires. Find your heart 76

Deep Probe and the rod will serve only to enhance, never to control. Try… The picture faded, the screen went blank. Beckett glanced over at Infinity and Gross. “What in the hell is going on with you two now?” Gross cleared his throat. “Sir?” he asked, his voice raised an octave. “We might as well…”Infinity trailed off, grinning. Gross started to laugh. “Have you lost your minds?” Beckett demanded. Cruz looked at him, raised an eyebrow and gave him a look. “Okay, fine,” Beckett muttered, “go all mooneyed over each other, but please, let’s decide what in hell to do with …” “This?” Gross held up the rod. Infinity chuckled. Beckett and Cruz stared. “How did you…” Beckett made a grab for it. “Ah, ah, ah,” Gross wagged his finger, rank seeming to fall by the wayside. “The cabinet was open,” Infinity supplied. “It kind of just flew into my hand. The minute it did, everything stopped, and the crewmembers didn’t know what hit them.” He laughed as Gross hugged him for a moment. “And then out of the blue, Infinity looked at me as 77

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly if…” “As if,” he kissed him softly on the mouth, “you were the one. You are the one,” he said. “Jesus Christ,” Cruz breathed. “We’re not all tempted by it anymore either,” Gross said. “Touch it,” he invited Beckett.”No, I…” he began, looking at Cruz. “Go on,” he urged, “touch it.” Beckett reached out his hand and took it from Gross. He blinked. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s a gift,” Infinity said. “We can’t throw it away. It brings great sexual pleasure, but it also finds one’s heart, and after it does, it releases you.” “It’s a kind of cosmic Cupid,” Cruz said. Beckett turned and looked at him. “What did you just say?” He shrugged. Everyone laughed. “Come on,” Beckett said, “we’re setting a course for home.” He handed the rod back to Infinity. “This belongs to you guys. It will stay with you here on this ship for your next tour of duty, where you can, then pass it on. Cruz and I are done.” “Done?” Gross asked. Cruz smiled. “We’re completed our stint in the Inter-galaxy Force Command, and although someone,” he looked at Beckett and grinned, “we 78

Deep Probe won’t mention, hasn’t mentioned it until now, I think he’s asking me to take an early retirement.” Beckett smiled back, reached for Cruz and placed an arm around his waist. “Will you?” “Oh yeah,” Cruz said, nodding. “And, sir, this is highly irregular.” “I don’t give a fuck,” he said softly and closed his mouth on Cruz’s. Infinity grinned at Gross, still clutching the rod. “This had nothing to do with that,” he said, referring to the kiss that was still dragging on. Gross cleared his throat loudly. Beckett released Cruz and wiped his mouth. “I’d say I’m ready.” “Oh, you’re ready all right,” Cruz responded. “I’m dizzy.” There was laughter, then a sudden sobering as Beckett put back on his commanding officer hat and told them, “Get to work.” As soon as Infinity and Gross had left to go to their respective duties, Cruz looked at his lover. “So, what are we going to do on this retirement anyway? I’m not even thirty.” Beckett considered that for a minute. “Besides fuck me?” “Yes.” He grinned. “Besides that.” “Given that fucking, lieutenant, should occupy at least fifty percent of your time, not counting sleeping and eating, there won’t be a lot of time 79

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly left to get bored.” Cruz shook his head. “I see.” He hid a smile. “And,” Beckett brushed up next to him, “I was wondering if you wouldn’t want to start a moon shuttle service with me. I could use a co-pilot.” “Baby,” Cruz said as he turned around and pulled him into a kiss, “you can pilot me any day.” **** Meanwhile, Infinity had placed the green rod back in its place of honor, safely stored away in the cabinet and securely locked. He had examined the crewmembers and was relieved to see that they were all back to normal. After the last man left, Gross walked in. Infinity glanced at him and then went back to sterilizing his instruments. He had butterflies in his stomach. God. Never had a man given him this feeling before. Gross came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. He kissed the back of his neck. “Hey, baby,” he whispered. “What ‘cha doing later?” He laughed and turned around. “What would you like me to being doing later?” “Hey, not later.” Gross groaned, undoing his pants. “How about now, stud? How about right now?” 80

Deep Probe Infinity watched as Gross withdrew his hard cock and then sank to his knees in front of him. “I’m going to suck you and then you’re going to fuck me hard and long and…” “Shut up, will you,” he breathed. “Come on, baby, don’t tease me.” Gross licked the head of his cock. “I love you, my Infinity.” Infinity let his head go back. “Um, good ‘cause I love you…ah…ah…baaaccckkk.” **** In Beckett’s pod, Cruz did a slow strip tease to the soft music he’d chosen. Beckett made a purring sound in his throat like a jungle cat as he ran his hands over his own cock, his gaze never leaving Cruz. Cruz smiled at him as he discarded the rest of his clothes and then fell on top of him on the bed, causing Beckett to let out a yell. “God…” Beckett grunted, laughing hysterically as Cruz started to tickle him. “You’re trying to kill me.” “No, baby,” he kissed his mouth hard and flipped him onto his stomach, “I’m not trying to kill you, I’m trying to fuck you.” Beckett moaned softly as he felt Cruz’s tongue deeply prod his ass hole. “Um, yeah, kill me, kill me,” he teased. 81

A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly Cruz reached under to fondle Cruz’s cock and balls for a moment and then grabbed his waist and jerked him up to his knees, then sank his hard length deep inside of him. “Fuck!” Beckett cried out. “Yeah, that’s what it is, baby, fucking,” he muttered, as he sucked on the back of his neck and began to thrust, Pure…unadulterated…fucking…” he grunted with each movement, “and we don’t need any green rod to tell us that.” **** Alone in his pod Lieutenant Karsten, rose to a sitting position in his bed, and stayed very still. He listened carefully. He thought he heard something, a soft, rhythmic humming. It seemed to have an almost hypnotic quality. He shook his head. He had a headache and he was having great difficulty getting to sleep. It had been a very strange day. There had been that malfunction with the ship and then the black out. The doctor had said not to worry about it, but it had been strange. Maybe they had gone through some kind of a vortex or something. All he knew was that, he came to and he was naked. And he’d obviously been having sex because he was all sticky and gummy. Karsten lay back down and closed his eyes. 82

Deep Probe “Do you hear it?” The voice was clear as day. He bolted upright. Then he saw him, a shadow of a figure, but clear enough to make out the hard and smooth hills and valleys of his body. He blinked. “Who are you?” “No one, everyone.” It vanished suddenly. “Damn,” Karsten swore. He got out of bed and wrenched open the door of his pod. Directly across from him was Lieutenant Malloy. He was completely naked and looking as confused as he was. “Did you hear that?” he asked. Karsten didn’t answer. He was far too busy thinking about what his cock would taste like in his mouth. “Karsten?” he probed, “did you hear that strange humming? I saw a man, naked and…” He trailed off as Karsten reached out and pulled him closer. They stood looking into each other’s eyes for a moment, unaware that mysterious eyes looked on, waiting.

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About the Authors A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in his fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled. A.J. loves male/male erotica, has a passion for all animals—especially the dog, the cat and the turtle. A.J. believes that love is a song best sung out loud. A.J.’s website: http://www.ajllewellyn.com A.J.’s email: [email protected] A.J.’s MySpace page: www.MySpace.com/ajllewellyn I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can’t remember a time in my life when I haven’t written and told stories. When I’m not writing, I’m dreaming about writing, doing something wild and adventurous or trying to make the world a better and more open-minded place to live in. I adore beautiful men and I know I’m not alone in this! Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life! D.J.’s website: www.djmanlyfiction.com