Startrek - Ganymede : Episode 1

By Pueros & Erik

Episode 1 – Beginnings

(Earth, stardate 51001.1)

Captain Michael Cox, who was born in the city of Seattle on Earth, had volunteered for this long, potentially lonely and dangerous and therefore unpopular mission of discovery to unknown uncharted reaches of the Universe. The 40 year-old was motivated not only by a sense of adventure and the desire to investigate space, the final frontier, to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilisations, to boldly go where no one has gone before, but also by a sense of injustice. He was disgusted at the homophobic attitudes prevalent amongst his fellow officers in Starfleet, especially the top brass.

Federation society was generally unconcerned in respect of the sexuality of its citizens. After all, there were whole humanoid civilisations where homosexuality, even pederasty, was the norm, reproduction being achieved by artificial means. However, Starfleet had somehow been impervious to such liberality, stressing conservative heterosexual family values as the preferred mode of living for its staff and frowning on those who chose alternative lifestyles.

Starfleet did not overtly discriminate against gays but rather made life difficult for them. Other officers would display frosty demeanours towards them and promotion would be much more difficult to achieve than if they were demonstrably straight. It was therefore a testament to Captain Cox’s ability and determination that he achieved the rank he did, although he had pointedly been made to wait and apply for his first command posting.

Starfleet was actually happy to grant charge of the mission to Cox, as it meant that it would rid it for at least a number of years, if not forever, of an embarrassment, its first openly homosexual captain. It was, for the same and other reasons, also content to allow him to select his own deliberately small crew of similarly orientated officers for the brand new and specially equipped starship.

Second-in-command was to be another Earth human, 35 year-old Commander Olav Spermsen from Oslo, who combined the Medical and Science Officer roles, and a Ferengi exile, 25 year-old Lieutenant Scrotumk, was the Engineering Officer. However, it was perhaps the fourth member of the crew who was most grateful to be going on the mission. Lieutenant Gonadon, 30 year-old Ancillary Officer, responsible for all sorts of miscellaneous tasks, including security and helm, was a Klingon. His race did not take kindly to those who fancied members of their own sex, a factor that had encouraged him to join Starfleet rather than the equivalent force operated by his native planet.

Cox possessed a wine red uniform with black trimmings and four solid gold circular epaulets, as befitted his responsibilities and rank. Spermsen wore a navy blue version with three gold circles, whilst Scrotumk and Gonadon sported mustard yellow varieties with just a pair of shoulder insignia. The males had become acquainted with each other over the years through their membership of a Starfleet gay rights group. None had had sex with another as their tastes inclined to younger specimens of their own gender, with even the Ferengi and Klingon having particular penchants for youths of the human type. They had discovered their mutual interest and this had encouraged them furtively to share much with each other in order to try to satisfy their passions, including holidays to worlds where they could be readily met. However, such interests and desires had not affected their proficiency as Starfleet officers. If anything, the discrimination they faced increased their determination to out-perform others.

As usual with a new starship, the inaugural Captain was permitted a major say in the naming of the vessel. However, Starfleet was appalled at Cox’s brazen choice, only acquiescing to the selection to avoid a public row that might be fuelled by gay activists.

For the same reason, Starfleet had permitted the physical form of the android, now routinely allocated to starships and based on the original blueprint for the one called ‘Data’, now a professor at Oxford University on Earth, to be designed according to Cox’s specifications. JESSE (Juvenile Enabling Support System Equipment) was an exact replica of a teen from 400 years previously called Jesse McCartney. One of the Captain’s favourite computer archives was entitled ‘Historical Boy Idols’ and he had taken a particular fancy to the pictures of this, alas, now long-deceased specimen.

Jesse had been given the rank of Ensign and his job was primarily to assist Gonadon in the performance of his miscellaneous ancillary duties. Accordingly, the android too wore mustard yellow, albeit with only one round gold epaulet.

Many in Starfleet breathed a sigh of relief when the Starship ‘Ganymede’ finally set off towards parts unknown, emblazoned with the vessel’s new number, NCC-50008, and insignia. The latter was based on an ancient pictorial depiction of the eponymous youth being raped by Zeus, the boy portrayed mysteriously resembling the pretty android who was an integral part of the crew.

The mission centred around a newly discovered and apparently stable wormhole, one seemingly unique because it led not to a distant sector of the galaxy but to an entirely different part of the universe altogether. However, concern about its actual stability had encouraged Starfleet to minimise the crew numbers and limit members to unmarried officers with few family ties, and more secretly to those it considered readily expendable. Cox and his colleagues had perceptively realised the existence of the latter secret agenda but said nothing, as they did not care. They were really intent only on adventure in each other’s symbiotic company.

The entrance to the wormhole, in a remote part of Federation space, was finally reached and, after a few cold formal farewells over sub-space link, the Starship Ganymede flew inside to begin its many adventures. Hereon, because of the unusual nature of the link between the galaxy they were leaving and the one they were going to, contact with Starfleet would only be achievable by returning occasional unmanned communication drones to provide progress updates. Similar devices would be sent the other way to transmit messages and any fresh orders from mission headquarters.

Considering that Ganymede was moving from one galaxy to another, progress through the wormhole did not take too long. After a few hours, the starship was amongst a pantheon of stars similar to those beautifying the Milky Way, although the new cosmic background had never been seen by the actual eyes of Federation personnel. Previous visual studies had been limited to pictures provided by probes that had earlier experimentally traversed both ways through the conjunction between the two galaxies. However, such a magnificent new vision was not immediately on the crew’s mind.

As the Ganymede emerged into the new galaxy, the wormhole disappeared, as if it had been waiting for intelligent animate guests before departing, its task completed. However, frantic scans seemed to reveal its relocation to the other side of the galaxy, as if it were now specifically insisting that the intrepid explorers traverse the new starry terrain before they could consider leaving for home.

Starfleet had recommended a route for the Ganymede to take within the other galaxy, based on maps prepared from the information provided by the earlier probes. However, in view of the change in circumstances, Cox decided to abandon the suggestion. “Gentlemen,” the Captain announced to his four comrades, “it appears that we are being pointed in a particular direction and that we have little choice over the matter. Lieutenant Gonadon please head us towards the relocated wormhole, warp six, and let’s see where it takes us!”

(Same time)

The beautiful naked young boy was once more attached to the masturbation machine. He was standing spreadeagled, his hands and feet fastened immovably in place to a wall by localised force-fields and his smooth genitals inserted into the transparent tubular device that would bring his cock to climax, as it had done daily for over a year.

The usual expert penile rubbing and sucking sensations were soon experienced, encouraging the boy’s cock to become quickly rigid with, as customary, orgasm speedily following. However, on this occasion, something not encountered previously occurred. A small amount of white ejaculate emerged from his engorged cockhead, indicating that the pre-pubescent phase of his young life was over.

The boy was deeply distressed at this development. He now knew that his days on this planet would soon be over, as would his existence as a true male.

(One week later)

The force-field that confined the petrified boy to his cell on the spaceship was lowered and the tremulous youngster, tears in his lovely blue eyes, was escorted to the cropping room, where his sole attire, skimpy black briefs with white alien numerals displayed on the front, were removed. He was then forcibly laid face-up and nude on a cool metal table, his limbs splayed and secured immovably in place. At the same time, his vocal chords were mechanically rendered temporarily passive.

The boy’s cock was humiliatingly hard but the husbandry officer took no notice as he focused the laser contraption on the base of the young ball sac. An arc of white seminal fluid erupted from the pubescent cockhead as the laser was then activated, swiftly and proficiently separating the scrotum from the groin. The severed genitalia were soon resting in a small transparent plastic container, already labelled. The latter read ‘Genuine Pubescent Adonisian Genitalia’ and provided not only details of where and when produced but also a small whole nude body 3-dimensional hologram of the being from which they were harvested, whose genital wound was quickly and expertly repaired. The new eunuch, having provided the required one-off product, would continue to be of value by being sold for general slavery once the spaceship’s destination was reached.

(Stardate 51002.1)

Cox and Jesse were lying naked, side by side, on the banks of the gently running stream, with narrow shafts of sunlight filtering through the foliage of the surrounding wood. Apart from the water, the only sounds that could be heard were of wildlife and their own low breathing, as their bodies recovered from the acute passion of mutual fervently enjoyed sex. Unfortunately, their quiet post-coitus reverie was disturbed when Commander Spermsen’s voice came over the inter-ship communicator. “Sorry to disturb you, Captain,” the Norwegian declared, “but we appear to have received our first attempt at communication from an intelligent being of this galaxy. It also seems to be an SOS! ”

The news immediately stirred both Cox and Jesse to redress quickly, the latter after wiping some extraneous semen from his anal opening, and leave the holodeck for the bridge. “Report,” commanded the Captain as they arrived. “Small unarmed space pod approaching,” Spermsen advised, “emitting an automatic SOS according to the universal translator. It appears that it’s being pursued by a larger ship bristling with weapons.”

“Intercept time?” Cox enquired. “15 minutes at warp 9.5, which should be just ahead of the pursuing vessel,” Spermsen answered. “Shields up and set course and speed accordingly, Lieutenant Gonadon,” the Captain ordered and the helmsman obliged.

Spermsen proved correct about the mutual intercept times and the Ganymede soon found itself approaching the pod, which, however, was then fired at by the other spaceship. The Commander had been trying to hail both alien vessels along the way but without success. He had reported that the communication system of the smaller seemed to switched off whilst that of the larger was simply not responding, probably deliberately.

“The pod’s just out of range of the weapons of the pursuing ship,” Spermsen announced, “ but won’t be for long.” “Can we fix a tractor beam onto it,” Cox asked, “to speed it towards the protection of our own shields?” “Should be able to,” the Commander answered. “Then do it!” ordered the Captain.

The manoeuvre worked perfectly and the pod was quickly abreast of the Ganymede, sheltering within the starship’s shields, like a puppy resting adjacent to its mother, content in her warm protection. “Scans reveal one young male humanoid on board, although there’s something odd about him, and the communication system has definitely remained off, probably because the pilot’s been busy with other matters,” Spermsen advised. “The larger vessel,” he then continued, “has an exclusively male humanoid and non-humanoid complement of four and sixty respectively. There’s something peculiar about these humanoids too!”

“What’s odd about the humanoids?” Cox asked. “They don’t appear to possess any genitalia,” Spermsen answered.

There was no transporter room as such on board the Ganymede. Instead, the facility was an integral feature of the engineering set-up. The Ferengi officer was at his post, listening to all the communications, and now received his own from the Captain. “Please beam the pod pilot on board, Lieutenant Scrotumk,” Cox requested, “so that we can find out what’s going on. Commander Spermsen, please go to check our guest’s wellbeing whilst Gonadon, Jesse and I try to keep the other new arrivals at bay.”

“Yes, sir” was the response from both the Ferengi and Norwegian, but that of the former was followed by prolonged silence. “Do you have him?” Cox therefore eventually enquired impatiently. The Captain then heard a clear attempt to clear a throat but a faltering voice answered “Yes….sir!”

“Is there something wrong, Lieutenant Scrotumk?” Cox asked. “No….no….nothing….sir, it’s just that….well, sir, I think that you’ll have to see for yourself.” “Have you arrived in Engineering, Commander Spermsen,” the puzzled Captain then enquired, “to elucidate what our Ferengi friend seems to have difficulty expounding?” “Yes, sir,” the Russian replied, “and I can advise that our young visitor is in perfect condition, apart from apparently having vital reproductive organs missing and being somewhat emotionally affected, presumably because of his recent adventure. Adrenaline and anxiety levels are high. However, as to our own colleague’s inability to communicate coherently, I think that his suggestion is best, if only for politeness. You need to see our new guest for yourself and all will be revealed!”

“Please bring him to the Bridge then,” Cox commanded and, as he did so, the viewscreen suddenly flicked into view to reveal a clothed green-skinned slimy being, rather like a huge lizard. “Who are you, where do you come from, what do you want here and why have you taken our property onto your ship?” the creature asked in an angry tone before adding “You will return our possession immediately!”

Cox, in his usual unflappable considered manner, answered “Let’s take one thing at a time. First of all, greetings! I wish to record our pleasure at meeting you. I am Captain Cox of the Federation Starship Ganymede. The Federation is a peaceful alliance of intelligent beings based on various planets in another galaxy. We have just arrived to explore your own galaxy and hopefully meet other races here in friendship. We have just responded to an SOS in accordance with our regulations and customs. We mean to cause no trouble or harm. As for your ‘property’, we shall happily return it if that is the right thing to do. However, I hope that you’ll appreciate that we’ll have to investigate the circumstances behind the SOS call before taking appropriate action.”

At hearing Cox’s diplomatic first-contact introduction, the lizard calmed and, now clearly showing reverent interest in the newcomers, continued “You are from another galaxy? You must have exceptional technology to come here.” “Alas, no,” the Captain informed truthfully, “we arrived via an exceptional wormhole which, however, proved unstable and relocated to the other side of your galaxy. We hope to find it before it moves again.” The slimy green creature’s sudden obsequiousness lessened, happy to learn that the visitors might not, after all, possess superior technical capabilities, and rhetorically stated, with apparent distaste, “You are humanoid.”

“Yes, I am humanoid,” Cox replied, “and there are three others on board. We come from three different planetary races.” The lizard’s response was unexpected. He asked “Do you have any young males on your ship?” The Captain thought that the question was odd but, for politeness, felt obliged to respond “No, the crew is adult.” However, in the alien’s yellow eyes, the man’s words were belied when Jesse appeared on his viewscreen, as the android moved to a post just behind his erstwhile holodeck lover.

“You lie,” screamed the lizard, “for who is that behind you?” Cox glanced to his rear, noticed Jesse and looked back at the viewscreen. “He’s an android,” the Captain advised. The green creature calmed again but suggested suspiciously “Very advanced and the choice of form for the machine is interesting!” At that moment, the turbolift door opened to return Spermsen to the bridge, accompanied by the young guest.

The arrival could be seen on the alien ship and the lizard immediately began to yell shrilly again. “That’s our property,” he shouted, “and we want it back now!” However, Cox did not hear for his mind was now lost in concentrating on the vision of the young visitor. “Hello,” said the boy, pointing at the viewscreen, “I’m Pxzzjkkvv and what he says is untrue. I don’t belong to him. In fact, I and others were captured by the likes of him. Please, sir, I request asylum!” “He lies, he lies,” the green creature suggested loudly, “return him at once!” However, he had to wait a while for the Captain’s reply.

As Scrotumk’s had done before him, Cox’s mouth had dried and lost its ability of speech for the young guest was the most beautiful being either had ever seen. The visitor resembled a boy, about 13 years old, from Earth but one of unparalleled loveliness. He had straight silky blonde hair, large sensuous blue eyes and the face and body of a young god. In fact, the Captain’s initial thought, as his cock rapidly expanded to form a noticeable bulge at the front of his wine red and black uniform, was that the new arrival was the true Ganymede.

Appreciation of the spectacular sight was enhanced by the fact that the boy, with an untranslatable name that only he could pronounce, wore nothing expect for very skimpy black briefs with white alien numerals displayed on the front. However, the taut skimpy attire was noticeably without a bulge that might suggest hidden genital jewels underneath. Cox was encouraged to snap out of his visual reverie by Spermsen, who had earlier been similarly transfixed by the wondrous form of the young guest and so recognised the symptoms.

“Captain, the alien’s just threatened to open hostilities if we don’t return the boy straight away,” Spermsen advised his superior. This stimulated Cox to return reluctantly his temporarily obsessed mind back to the current situation.

Cox turned back to the viewscreen. “Please give me one hour to interrogate the boy to ascertain the truth,” he requested, “and, if he’s speaking false, I shall return him to you then.” “Unacceptable,” screeched the lizard, “send him back now or take the consequences.” “Equally unacceptable,” the Captain retorted but with an attempt at continued diplomacy, “one hour or I shall grant the boy his request for asylum on the grounds that you are clearly denying him proper procedure and justice.” However, the green creature did not now respond verbally. Instead, visual communications were terminated and the first phaser blast from the alien vessel struck the Ganymede’s shields, rocking the ship a little.

“How much of that can we take?” Cox asked of his second-in-command. “The weaponry is not as effective as ours,” Spermsen answered, “but our shields certainly could not sustain an hour’s worth.” “I don’t want to return fire and start a possible war,” the Captain thought out loud as the Ganymede’s shields were hit by more blasts, “or leave the scene, as that might make them think that we’re trying to run off with what they claim is their property. Lieutenant Gonadon, please advise the alien vessel that we’ll be nearby for an hour whilst we question the boy and not to be worried by our disappearance. Then, activate the cloaking device and relocate us somewhere safe whilst we do as we’ve promised.”

“Yes, sir,” the Klingon replied.

The Treaty of Algeron with the Romulans forbade Federation vessels from carrying cloaking devices. However, the agreement only applied to their own galaxy and it had been decided to equip the Ganymede with the apparatus to add to its protection in the other part of the universe to which it was destined. Starfleet wanted the mission to cause as little disruption and friction as possible amongst the new worlds encountered and the system would enable the starship to retreat undetected and diplomatically from possible conflict situations.

The lizard was most surprised to see the Ganymede disappear before his yellow eyes, as his galaxy had no cloaking technology. His fears about the superior technical capabilities of the newcomers therefore reawakened. Normally, he would, as a consequence, have fled the scene. However, he needed to know how the beings from another galaxy would react to what the boy now told them. He therefore had no choice but to wait the requisite hour.

Cox politely invited the boy to his Ready Room for questioning. Spermsen joined them, as his medical training included psychology and psychiatry. “I apologise,” the Captain initially advised the young guest, “but I can’t pronounce your name.” The beautiful youngster responded with a disarmingly sweet smile that almost caused the inside of a wine red and black uniform to become stained with semen before helpfully suggesting “Then, sir, please give me another of your own choice!”

The flushed Cox, somehow recovering from the orgasmic near miss, thought for a moment before announcing “Well, your real name seems to me as if it might begin with our letter ‘P’, as did that of my father. He was called ‘Peter’. Can I call you the same?” “I should be honoured, sir,” the boy answered, again with a smile that almost induced adult climax.

Cox’s discomfort was shared, for similar reasons, by Spermsen and was compounded by the young guest’s near nudity, encouraging the Captain to ask whether the boy would welcome extra cover. Aesthetically and sexually both men would have preferred to maintain the status quo but, for professional reasons, believed that additional clothing on the gorgeous frame might cause less distraction and assist their proficiency. However, the youngster seemed surprised by the offer, as if wearing more was very unusual, and politely declined. It was therefore with difficulty in concentrating on the task in hand on the part of the Starfleet officers that the mild interrogation commenced. What was now revealed shocked and appalled the pair of adults.

The renamed Peter disclosed that he was an Adonisian, a member of an advanced peaceful humanoid race now driven to the brink of extinction, like many other similar peoples. This galaxy had once possessed many prosperous and pacific humanoid civilisations, co-existing alongside worlds inhabited by intelligent creatures of other species. However, a sinister empire began to flourish in an extremity of the galaxy and extend its tentacles elsewhere, either through direct terrible conquest or intimidation.

Many ancient worlds were destroyed and their inhabitants killed or enslaved. Other non-humanoid planets meekly and sycophantically allied themselves to the conquerors, apparently unstoppable because of ruthless fierceness and savagery, allied to overwhelming numbers and superior technology.

The original predominant beings of this evil empire were enigmatic creatures known as Nullifians. The mystery surrounding them stemmed from the fact that, after early success centuries back, they largely conducted their affairs through subordinate and intermediary non-humanoid peoples, usually compliant through a mixture of fear of their masters and greed for the crumbs of conquest permitted them. Consequently, no one now seemed to know much about the imperial leaders, even what they looked like. However, one thing was universally appreciated, especially amongst humanoids, as it had spurred attacks on the latter, leading to their gradual demise within the galaxy.

For an unknown reason, Nullifians had an insatiable requirement for real young humanoid genitalia. This had led to priority for conquests being afforded to worlds inhabited by humanoid races, with pubescent boys being the prize trophies. Such captives were nullified, their sexual organs frozen and shipped back to the distant secretive planet of Nullifia. The new eunuchs were later left to be utilised or disposed of as their captors saw fit, generally in some form of awful slavery alongside girls and adults who had survived the conquests.

The whole horrific scenario had led to the gradual reduction in humanoid numbers throughout the galaxy, as a result of the many casualties of merciless war and the population decline precipitated by the unmanning of so many future racial propagators. This had caused some alarm because the supply of appropriate genitalia to satisfy the Nullifians became rarer and so, in some places, husbandry farms had been established to breed or clone boys for the later cropping of their sexual organs.

Peter advised the appalled Cox and Spermsen that the Adonisian home world had been attacked and pillaged decades earlier. However, some of the population had managed to escape in spaceships originally built to help colonise other planets but now used to conserve the race by travelling in space to escape the clutches of the evil empire. Unfortunately, the one in which the boy had been born and raised had a few years earlier, after many years wandering, finally been hunted down and trapped by an imperial fleet, crewed mainly by creatures of the lizard’s race, the Castratians. These were amongst the most cruel and obsequious but efficient servants of the Nullifians.

The captured boys of appropriate age on board had been immediately nullified before being sent to the cosmopolitan slave markets on the planet of Castratia with those girls and adults still alive, for subsequent dispersal throughout the Empire. Younger specimens of boyhood, like Peter, were sent instead to one of the husbandry farms.

These sinister establishments were invariably based on a remote planet formerly occupied by a humanoid civilisation but now exclusively devoted to agriculture to provide sustenance for the citizens of the Empire. Humanoid slaves, including boys awaiting the harvesting of their genitalia at the appropriate time, provided the necessary labour, in particular by performing strenuous backbreaking work still untouched by mechanisation for various reasons, not least the parsimony of their sadistic masters. However, the humanoid slave population was only a tiny fraction of the number of civilised free people who used to inhabit such worlds.

On the particular planet to which Peter had been despached, the lizards maintained a cruelly harsh regime, with misdemeanours or lack of productivity punished severely. However, they look great care to ensure that the boys’ valuable genitalia were never endangered, at least until they were cut off.

The husbandry farms also accommodated young women for breeding. They were carefully selected for beauty, intelligence and fertility and were kept almost constantly pregnant through artificial insemination using sperm from similarly choice adult male slaves. Imperial policy was that, if the breeding of humanoids had to be tolerated to provide the Nullifians with their insatiable genital requirements, only perfect product should be produced.

Boys were kept at the husbandry farms until they proved their ability to cum, at which stage their genitalia would be considered by the Nullifians to be ripe for cropping. This was not usually performed at the farms themselves but on board the spaceship that would subsequently take them to the slave markets on other planets to ensure that the severed organs were as fresh as possible for the customers.

Peter concluded his horrific description of life in the galaxy by telling Cox and Spermsen that he, along with four other boys, was being taken to the slave markets of Castratia when he made a bid for freedom. He and the others had already been emasculated and the lizards had been somewhat complacent over security. After all, they seemed to think, they were only escorting five weak unmanned pubescent humanoids who would not have the nous, wherewithal or energy to attempt flight. However, one of their charges was to prove that such nonchalance was inappropriate.

Peter had recovered, as far as anyone could, from his nullification but, like the others, had still been subjected to daily visits in his cell by the husbandry officer to check on his progress. The lizard wanted to make sure that the quintet of eunuchs was in perfect condition to be auctioned.

During one such visit, Peter successfully attacked the unaccompanied lizard, who had made the mistake of keeping the cell’s entrance force-field lowered, and rendered him temporarily senseless. He then made a dash for one of the cargo holds where he knew that a pod would be parked.

Peter, whose metabolism, including age development, was similar to that of a human, making him in Earth terms a 13 year-old, appreciated that unfortunately he would be unable to help the other boys. Not only would he not have time before the alarm was undoubtedly raised but also he would be unable to overcome the security codes associated with the force-fields applied to their own cells.

Peter’s father had been an accomplished pilot and he had tried to teach his fascinated son some of his skills from an early age. The clever boy had shown talent and quickly picked up much practical expertise. He now put this to good use by activating the pod and, after opening the external door to the cargo hold, flying out into the outside vacuum before the Castratians realised what was happening.

Peter neglected to advise the two Starfleet officers about certain facts, as he did not consider them relevant, although the men would have thought otherwise. Adonisians were renowned amongst their fellow humanoids in this galaxy for their perfect forms, always immaculately beautiful and with blonde hair and blue eyes by some genetic quirk. They were also actively, albeit innocently, from an early age bisexual and promiscuous, considering such veracious and varied sexual appetites normal.

Peter finished his narrative by repeating his plea for asylum. However, before Cox could respond, Spermsen, noticing the Captain’s apparent lustful infatuation with the boy, felt obliged to remind his superior about the prime directive, relating to non-interference in the affairs of others.

“Ah, yes,” Cox retorted, “the prime directive!” The conversation between the two Earth men and one Adonisian boy then continued for another quarter of an hour.

The now subdued and compliant green slimy commander of the Castratian ship was pleased to see the reappearance of the Ganymede at exactly the scheduled time. “I said we’d be back,” Cox advised the lizard, “and I’ve kept my word. I’ll now tell you what I propose to do. Having interviewed the boy, I realise that I have no choice but to return him, as you request, to you. It is a Federation directive that we are not to interfere in the affairs of others and to do otherwise with the young fugitive would be to break that policy.”

The Castratian seemed very pleased to learn of this intent, especially after observing the young escapee, standing behind Cox, clearly distressed at the news because he was shedding copious tears. However, the lizard’s delight was tempered somewhat by his opposite number’s next statement.

“However, our handing over of the boy,” Cox announced, “will be subject to an assurance from you that he will not be harmed for trying to escape and an inspection of the facilities in which you intend to keep him. We are allowed to override the directive if asylum claimants can prove that they will be maltreated if returned.” The lizard was irritated by the conditions, as he personally wanted to torture the young Adonisian severely for causing him so much trouble. Nevertheless, he gave the necessary reassurance about not hurting the escapee, not that he proposed to keep his word, and invited the Captain to his ship to inspect the cells in which the humanoid cargo was stored. The latter were simple but not uncomfortable, as it was not in the interests of the green slimy creatures to deliver their humanoid goods in a distressed condition, apart of course from their newly acquired genital incapacity.

“I shall transport across with my Ancillary Officer, Lieutenant Gonadon,” Cox eventually declared, as negotiations concluded, “to the co-ordinates you have given and, as long as everything is fine, the boy will follow. Is that satisfactory?” “It is,” answered the lizard, “and I shall await your arrival personally.” “That is very kind of you,” the Starfleet Captain replied with a smile.

It was not long before Cox and Gonadon beamed on board the Castratian ship. The lizard commander, with several others of his species, welcomed his unwanted visitors with cool formality. However, the response of the two Starfleet officers was not as anticipated.

“Now!” ordered Cox and Gonadon immediately grabbed hold of the lizard commander in a strong vice-like grip, pointing a phaser to the creature’s slimy green head. Meanwhile, his reptilian companions drew weapons, although they did not fire for fear of their leader’s safety.

“What’s the meaning of this?” the shocked lizard commander managed to utter despite the restrictive hold the immensely strong Klingon had on him. “You’ll soon find out,” Cox answered, “but first tell your fellow Castratians to throw their weapons to the floor. Otherwise, Lieutenant Gonadon here will blast your brains into the next star system!” The relevant order was soon relayed.

“Good,” advised Cox, “now issue orders for the other boy captives you have on board to be brought here immediately, along with the five severed sets of humanoid sexual organs that I believe you possess.” The lizard commander began to protest but a further tightening of Gonadon’s grip and pressing of the phaser into his slimy green temple encouraged him to desist and transmit the required commands instead.

Cox’s cock, trapped within the tight confines of his uniform, again tried to expand as another four gorgeous Adonisian boys were produced, along with five small transparent containers with frozen genitalia inside. The Captain, trying his best to ignore the bodily and mental repercussions of such sexual excitement, tapped his com-badge and said simply “O.K.!”

With that abbreviation, not only did Cox, Gonadon, the four Adonisian boys and five sets of young genitalia disappear from the Castration ship but also the Ganymede itself from space outside, leaving behind a group of furious and frustrated lizards.

(Stardate 51002.2)

Spermsen was as good as his word. The Commander had advised his Captain that he could, with his medical skills and facilities, restore the Adonisians’ genitals to their bodies in perfect working order as long as the original organs were secured. All five now sported lovely smooth hairless sets of reproductive equipment, none of which displayed any signs of having been temporarily detached. The boys’ sparse briefs happily exhibited delicious bulges, which clearly outlined their restored hidden treasures.

The quintet had been allocated one crew member each to teach them all that they now needed to know and all had been happy to be given names to replace their unpronounceable, to their saviours, true appellations. Peter was Cox’s responsibility. Meanwhile, Erik, renamed after a supposed famous Viking ancestor of the Norwegian, was Spermsen’s, Thor Gonadon’s, Ferenk Scrotumk’s and Keith Jesse’s. The android, with a sweet conspiratorial smile, declined to inform anyone why he had selected this particular designation.

The boys had all declared their intention to help the crew of the Ganymede to traverse the galaxy to the new location of the wormhole, now deep in remote Nullifian home territory. They declined offers to try to return them to their people, as they doubted that any free members of their race could now be found, even if the Ganymede could spare the time or had the military might, which the ship did not.

It was Peter who eventually convinced Cox about the wisdom of their decision. “You’re our people now,” he suggested, “as we have no one else to love and protect us. We must also repay our debt for our salvation and restoration to boyhood. Please let us accompany you. We so want to help and befriend you.” However, it was perhaps not the words themselves that made the Captain succumb to the boy’s entreaties, as they were conveyed whilst the naked youngster was part occupied with licking and sucking the man’s rampant cock to eruption.

Later, in a private conversation with his second-in-command, Cox spoke again about the prime directive, in an apparent attempt to reassure himself about the correctness of his executive decision. “I’m sure that Castratian hospitality and legality were not up to the requisite standards,” he once more declared before continuing with customary irreverence, “and anyway, sod it, how could such an instruction be applied to Peter and the others?” However, Spermsen wondered whether it was his superior’s brain or groin talking, although he had not disagreed with the action finally agreed upon. A pleasant bonus had been the fact that his own loins had gained much pleasure from Erik’s skilfully erotic attentions. Their Ferengi, Klingon and android colleagues had also enjoyed similar delights, although Gonadon’s massive member had caused Thor some physical discomfort for a few days until his orifices became more accustomed to the now regular intruder.

Meanwhile, the cloaked Ganymede, now a starship truly worthy of its name, given what now frequently occurred on board, advanced across the galaxy towards fresh adventures and new worlds.

The crew, newly doubled in size if not age, was venturing, in a manner that could not be avoided, towards where young humanoid genitals were very, very much prized by all in order to please the mighty Nullifians.

"Warp 6" ordered Cox.

(To be continued next month in episode 2)