Tis Better to Receive Than To Give

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‘Tis Better to Receive Than To Give …

Major’s Cruising Log - Spacedate 723.352. We are in orbit around the planet Posterius IV, ready to receive a shipment of medicine that is sorely needed on the Furniculum Colony, several quanta-days travel from here. The Minister of Receptions has promised we will be on our way quickly, once certain traditional ceremonies are observed.

“Niplash, you have the bridge,” I said. I’m Major Matt Bator, commander of the USF Penetrator. For legal and United Space Force trademark reasons, it’s important to pronounce your ship name in italics. I also pride myself on my ability to do it well, no matter the situation.

Our crew has only been together a few quanta-months, but this crew is among the best-looking I’ve ever assembled. I mean, the best workers at their jobs. It’s good when they’re both, but definitely good-looking is what I recruit for. I mean, good workers.

Take, Niplash. Nip’s a lithe, handsome lad, and is his planet’s custom, wears no shirt, only a decorative leather and chain shoulder harness. I stifled a sigh as he swung around and stood by me, ready to take my place. The chains of his harness tapped lightly against his taut, furry stomach after his quick movement. I wanted to yank him down by the chains and kiss each of his four perfect nipples.

But I can’t. It’s true what they say, about it being lonely at the top. I can’t fraternize with the crew under my command. Men won’t follow a man into a space battle against the Arpress-cursed Fauxgina Warriors if he’s the type of leader whose feet fly up to the ceiling for every thick-cocked, four-nippled ensign that comes along.

I tear my eyes away and deliberately don’t watch Niplash sit in my chair. He squirms just enough to make my own dick stir as I head for the quanta-vator.

As with any mission to a non-Space Force planet, you have to bone up on the culture. So, First Officer Yiffek, Doc Fitty, Clanger and I met in the Briefs Room to do some research. Of course, on most USF ships, it’s called the Briefing Room, but I’ve converted it on every ship I’ve commanded. The room is always located in the hottest, stuffiest part of the ship, so it just makes sense to strip down to your standard-issue USF briefs if you have to scroll through a bunch of quanta-vids for more than 15 minutes.

Clanger, the only Mercurian onboard, is naturally fast, so his uniform is off in a flash. His reddish-skin is hairless except a shaved patch above the front of his slim black briefs. He’s wiry and lean, quite a different sort of body type than I find attractive, though I’ll admit to needing some private shower time after watching him speed around the rec room track, his sweaty chest heaving.

Doc Fitty, a Neptunian clone, has a lean body and those wide hands have been on me many times … for medical purposes, of course. Admittedly, there have been one or two indiscretions, but I keep it professional. The last time, my Centaurian first officer caught us in the gym shower and it was a little embarrassing for a while. I look away as Fitty slips his shirt off and I try not to imagine his uncut and always cold cock sliding like a pulsating icicle in my hole.

Yiffek doesn’t undress. He wears the same shoulder strap harness and leather trousers he always does. “You might chafe in here if you don’t strip down, Yiffek.” I say.

He just says, “Alpha Centauri has a heat index 10 degrees Celsius higher than ship-normal, Major. I will be comfortable.” He sits at a computer console. I’m certainly not obsessing over my first officer, but ever since he came on board a few months ago, I haven’t seen him naked. I mean, none of the men have reported seeing him naked. And in the tight-knit confines of a United Space Force vessel, my rule of thumb is, if you don’t bare your body to your comrades, how do you trust them to have your bare back?

It’s odd, since most Centaurians I’ve known were pretty wild. Their twin genitalia make them preferred performers at many less-reputable establishments, but Yiffek, his yellowish fur and thick muscles, never seems to loosen up. As he sits, his pants shift slightly and I imagine those two cocks fully erect.

I shake my head and pull off my shirt and trousers. Sure, my abs are a bit thicker these days, but they’re still solid. I absently brush my chest hair and Clanger gulps a little. I grin and turn to my computer. It’s good to inspire respect in the men, but you have to be careful. My mentor, Corporal “Codpiece” Carter always said, “It’s not what you slide into your quanta-tunnel, it’s who sees you do it.”

Half an hour later, Fitty leans back, his defined biceps stretching and his nipples pointing slightly higher up as his pecs move. “According to this, the Posterians are very ritualized. If they don’t follow traditional rituals in almost everything, they can be punished up to and including death.”

“Creaming Comets,” Clanger exclaimed. “What sort of rituals do they kill you for?”

“The Posterians are an exchange-based race,” Yiffek says. “Equality in trade is paramount. Whole subsections of their economy are dedicated to oversight of trade exchanges.”

“So the bigger the trade, the bigger the formality,” I said. “Good thing to keep in mind.” I stood up. “Well, we aren’t due to particalize down until 0400, and that’s plenty of time to hit Hairy Chest Happy Hour down in E-2.” Clanger and Fitty grumbled under their breath, but it’s hardly my fault Buckston the bartender determines what sort of body type gets free drinks, just because I’m in command.

“I’ll continue my studies here, Major,” Yiffek said. “It may yield important results.” I shrugged my shoulders and the men followed me to the ship’s lounge on deck, E-2, sometimes known as the E2, Brutus, by those with some knowledge of ancient Earth literature and foreshadowing.

A few Asteroid Blasters later, and I was in fine mood. I leaned against the bar, my massive pecs a little sticky from a body shot Clanger had begged to do off my chest. Fitty was talking to one of the Denevan crew members and I glanced at my quanta-watch to see if I had time for another drink.

The door slid open and Yiffek strode in. Whatever Buckston puts in those Blasters was potent. I was more horny and relaxed than I’d been in weeks. I was almost tempted to take Clanger back to my quarters and see exactly how fast that Mercurian mouth could swallow. The sight of Yiffek made me sober up slightly. “Major, we have ten minutes before we need to particalize to the minister’s chambers. Lateness would incur a huge debt.”

I swallowed the remainder of my drink. I clapped Clanger on the back, feeling his always warm skin feel even toastier where I touched it. “Clanger, can you get my uniform? And Fit-” He was already gone and back before I finished speaking.

We dressed on the way to the particle chamber. Clanger set the coordinates and then used his blinding speed to get onto the platform with us before it activated.

We reappeared in the Posterius Planetary Council Building. The Minister’s eyes widened. Like many non-Space Force planets, I think beaurocrats are never used to such manly specimens beaming in. The United Space Force is quite flexible on dress code, or at least, that’s how Codpiece Carter taught me to interpret things. Body positive and whatever makes you feel the most masculine is what I say. As long as your quanta-badge is on you somewhere, you can go on missions in your briefs. Some of my more adventurous crewmembers do just that.

“I’m Minister Challus,” he said. His eyes lingered on my cropped USF muscle tunic, that shows off my abs and my arms to their full advantage. When you are naturally muscular and hairy, it’s never comfortable to stay encumbered in synthetic fabrics for long periods of time.

“Major Matt Bator, USF,” I said, shaking his hand. Surprisingly, it was firm. He had a handsome face and the baggy tunic and half-cape he wore couldn’t disguise his own muscles. “Thank you for your offer of assistance. The people of the Furniculum Colony are in your debt.”

He gestured and we sat on velour-like lounges around a low table. Yiffek sat stiffly upright, and Fitty sat next to him. Clanger spread out on his, and I adopted a leaning stance against one side of mine. “There’s the rub of the problem for us, Major. A drink?” he offered.

Yiffek glanced at me, and I took the hint. It was a ritualistic offer. “No, thanks, we’ve just come from a party – I mean, we’re fine. “What problem is that, Minister?” You have to be tough but fair when you negotiate. I rubbed the bristling hair on my abs. “We understood you wanted to gift the colony the medicines.”

“Yet, technically, we are giving it to you, Major.”

“Ahhh,” I said, to buy some time to think. Those Blasters were not quite drained from my system, and my eyes couldn’t stop focusing on Challus’ broad chest, subtly flexing under his tight tunic. “So, you’re giving me a gift …”

“In exchange, the Major would like to offer you a gift, Minister Challus,” Yiffek said. He can be a pain in the ass (or a non-pain, since he never appears to be using those dual cocks of his) but he does have your back. At least figuratively.

“Exactly!” I said, puffing my chest out a bit more. I leaned over to the Minister. “What sort of gifts do Ministers of Receptions like on this planet, anyway?”

Challus smiled. “As any Posterian, I am not averse to a … fluid exchange. Since there are 500 ccs of the medicine, then 500 or so ccs of a … comparable fluid would be deemed an acceptable trade.

I smiled. As the commander of the vessel, I’m sure my fluids are the most valuable. However, the Blasters left me a little … less aggressive than usual in that sense. For example, my pants had begun to bulge, but all I could think about was Yiffek sliding one of his cocks into me, while I played with the other. “Our physician, Doctor Glade-50, can produce a supply sure to exceed 500 ccs.”

Fitty smirked. I knew he was thinking of that last shower incident. As I say, as the vessel commander, I’m expected to do the penetrating in these types of delicate negotiations. Old Codpiece Carter, after a night of hard work in my rear thrusters, proved to me the value of not subscribing to old-school stereotypes of “top” and “bottom.” Still, for morale, it was best to not have every ensign and lieutenant pounding my hole and talking about it down in E-2.

Challus shook his head. “The fluid exchange would have to be from the ranking officer to be deemed …acceptable.” Yiffek turned his head away and it looked as though he was about to smirk.

“Well, that’s all fine and good. Lead the way,” I said and stood up. The Minister and I headed to an ante chamber that appeared to be built for exactly these types of transactions. The wide, flat bed had comfortable, high-threadcount sheets, firm pillows and a cushioned headboard. Challus closed the door and turned to me.

The Minister rubbed my abs, the fur bouncing back into place as he brushed through it. “You are quite handsome, Major.” I was a good four inches taller than him, so I leaned over and kissed him. He responded eagerly, lapping at the inside of my mouth.

His tunic came off easily but the capelet was held on by a clasp and cord I couldn’t figure out. He pushed my head down and I sucked on his thick brown nipples. He tasted vaguely of an alien soap, and I licked his chest clean. My thumbs pressed into his nipples as I licked his abs and he moaned with pleasure.

Challus undid his pants, and his own fat cock popped out. It was semi-hard and I licked the tip before swallowing it whole. He moaned again and thrust his stiffening dick deep into my mouth. I gagged a bit as it hit the back of my throat, but was able to get a rhythm.

On my knees, I glanced up. The cape slapped back and forth as I deep-throated him. His head was thrown back and I reached up to feel his thick pecs. Meanwhile, he groped my chest, pulling my own tunic up. He massaged my nipples, and pulled at them, getting handfuls of my chest hair and muscle as well.

My cock dripped with precum. It had been hours since I’d last cum  and I knew I had a big load saved up.

For a brief second, I thought I should get a bowl or something to put it in, but Challus lay on the edge of it and pulled me to it. “Plant your seed in me, Major. Fill me up with your gift of alien fluid!” He writhed around on the bed just like … well, to be honest, the way I do, when I’m in that rare mood to be thoroughly used by a more dominant male – not something that I come across often, to be sure!

My own cock drooped a bit. He tried to push it into his willing hole, but it was like a strand of quanta-cable – thick and strong, but no longer erect. I pulled his hands up to my chest, and made him pinch my nipples, as that usually works. However, I was losing my hardness fast.

“Sorry,” I said, pulling back. “Just had a few Asteroid Blasters … strong Space Force drinks. It’s um … it’s affecting my performance.”

Challus seemed offended. “If you don’t want to give me the exchange, any of the other ministers can take it, if one of them would be more pleasing.”

“No, no! You’re pleasing! I want to give it to you!” I looked around. There was nothing in the room that could be construed as a toy or device that might help me. He seemed mollified. I grabbed his still-hard dick. “I wonder if you maybe want to help me out and maybe slide this thing in me?”

He looked horrified. “In you? We don’t – have you not studied our culture?” He backed away from me, as though I’d suggested I would urinate in his quanta-cereal.

“Not as much as I’d like. There was a party … well, more of a happy hour, really … and it was Hairy Chest Happy Hour, so I got extra drinks for the price of one. Well, not that we use our credits for that sort of thing onboard, really, but it’s the principle that you’re getting something extra. So, anyway, what I’m saying is, our briefing time was a little short …”

“Guards!” Challus yelled. From nowhere, two burly guards appeared. Minutes later, I was in a cell right off the antechamber, naked and without my quanta-communicator.

I was there for over an hour. I thought one guard seemed interested in possibly dicking me. I hoped I could use that to make him fall in love with me and my progressive alien lifestyle, and he would bravely turn against centuries of his planet’s traditions to free me. Unfortunately, as I subtly fingered my ass in front of him, he huffed slightly and turned away. Finally, the door to the holding cell opened and Yiffek walked in. The guards went outside for us to have some privacy.

“Well, Yiffek, once again, you seem to catch me at the most embarrassing times,” I said. I sat down heavily on the admittedly well-upholstered prison bench.

“Embarrassment is not something Centaurians experience. In any event, perhaps you did not read the briefing notes about the Posterians all being sexual …receivers.” He shot a glance with his wide, cat-like eyes at the burly guard I’d tried to seduce.

“What … all of them?” Yiffek nodded.

“I’m on a planet of complete bottoms?” Yiffek nodded again.

“Well, it’s the Blasters that are having this effect on me. Tell him in another four to five hours, I’ll pound him like no man’s been pounded before.”

Yiffek turned away, and it looked like he had the hint of a smile on his face. “Be that as it may, Major, I don’t believe we have that much time. However, if you’ll turn around …yes, and just lift up towards me …”

Despite my embarrassment, I was intrigued. What did he have in mind? I kneeled on the bench and presented my ass to him. I could feel his leather-like fingers firmly pulling my ass cheeks apart. My cock sprang to life. The only times he’d ever touched me before had been in professional or life-saving settings. Now, he was actually opening my hole. I gasped and I could feel something sliding gently in. “There,” he said and stepped away.

Something seemed to be filling my ass, and vibrating against my prostate. I looked down, my cock hard and glistening with pre-cum. “What did you do?”

“A Traxonian anal stimulator. The pellet creates an invisible force-field, that with subtle manipulation of the anal muscles, can grow larger or smaller as needed.”

He was right. I clenched slightly and it responded and I moaned. “Get me the Minister,” I yelled to my guards.

As the shirtless yet still caped Challus entered and Yiffek left, I stood there in all my full glory. Arms crossed, chest glistening with sweat, my muscles tight, I heard Challus inhale sharply. “Are you ready, Minister? For the seed of Major Matt Bator, commander of the USF Penetrator?” I’m not sure I fully achieved the proper italic pronunciation at that moment. Still, Challus seemed impressed enough.

His pants were off nearly as quick as Clanger could get naked. He joined me in the cell, and dropped to his knees in front of me. He sucked my cock and I wriggled my ass a bit to have the stimulator enlarge slightly. As I did, my cock thrust deeper down the Minister’s throat.

After fucking his face for a few minutes, I pushed him onto the cushioned bench. “You want all of my seed, Minister?”

“Yes! Yes!” he cried. I spit on his hole and he squirmed with delight. Using techniques Codpiece Carter once drilled into me, I slid my finger in, teasing his hole. He gripped the edges of the couch and writhed with pleasure. Slowly, I let my dick play around the edges of his ass, thumping it softly against his puckered anus. He groaned and I slid the head in.

Meanwhile, I clenched my own ass. The force field filled me deliciously. It was almost like riding a thick, invisible cock. I pictured Yiffek’s hands pulling apart my ass cheeks, and the intimacy of that moment. I squeezed harder and then thrust my entire cock into the Minister.

He howled with joy. His ass tightened around my rod and he pushed down so that he could take all of it. I thrust in and out faster. I would pull almost all of the way out, then squeeze my ass, expand my force field then shove my dick in even deeper.

Challus cried out loudly. I could tell the two guards were watching and that only made me harder. I do like an audience, no matter what I’m doing. I feel that as a USF-decorated officer, everything I do should be setting an example as a role model to those that serve under me.

The Minister was close to cumming. I pounded him faster and suddenly he spurted, his creamy cum flying all over his stomach and chest. The friction in his ass and the force field in mine had me close as well. “Where do you want this, Minister? Where do you want to receive my seed?” I panted.

He almost pulled off of me in his eagerness to sit up and open his mouth. As I neared my explosive orgasm, I squeezed one more time. The force field seemed to turn slightly and hit me deeper than it had before. “Balls of X’ces! I’m gonna … blow!”

I pulled out and shot a huge stream of cum into his mouth. Jet after jet of it spurted out. He swallowed every drop, and then sucked on my sensitive cock to drain every drop from me. I pushed his head down all the way, even though my cock was shaking from release.

Finally, he sat back, wiped a few tiny drops from his lips and smiled. “Thank you Major,” he said. “It’s a pleasure doing business with the United Space Force. “

Half an hour later, we were particalized back onto the Penetrator, medicine safely stored in Fitty’s sickbay and I was on the bridge, giving the Furniculum coordinates to Lieutenant Niplash. Yiffek and Fitty stood on either side of my chair.

“Yiffek, I have to commend you on your quick thinking down there. You saved the whole deal and the colony.”

“I was only doing my duty, Major.”

Fitty eyed Yiffek. “What duty did you perform, exactly?” Fitty asked, in that tone of voice I know means trouble for me.

“He had my back, that’s all Doctor.” I shifted in my seat. I was still shirtless, though I had my trousers on. My dick wanted to get hard again, since the force field stimulator was still inside me and still full-size. I didn’t dare clench or it might grow too large, even for me.

Yiffek must have noticed my discomfort. “Perhaps you should go to sickbay and make sure you have the chance to … remove any possible Posterian contagions, Major?”

Fitty opened his mouth and closed it before speaking. “The Posterians don’t have –“

I stood up carefully. “He’s right Doctor. I sat in that dirty cell for over an hour. The least you can do is make sure nothing got in me that we can’t get back out.”

Fitty shook his head. “I don’t think there’s anything we couldn’t get back out of you, Bator. Come on.”

We headed for sickbay. Before the quanta-vator door closed, I saw Yiffek sit in my chair and give the order to quantum tunnel to the colony. One day, I thought. One day that first officer is going to give me more than a force field pellet in my ass.

The walk to sickbay and thoughts of Yiffek were torturous. I barely got to sickbay before I spontaneously came again – this time with my pants still on. Fitty shook his head and had a nurse clean me up and extract the pellet. I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a giver!”

Fitty threw his stethoscope at me.

The End.

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