He struggled to stand, but still found that he could not, due to his odd feet and really long arms. And, his penis was so long, and swollen, not to mention his balls were so huge. He had to negotiate his long arms into holding his penis out of the way, and then pull his huge balls up, until he could get his feet on the floor. Then he had to slowly allow the over-sized genitals to ‘settle’ between his legs, before he could try and move. His grossly large erection made him arch his back, and spread his legs. His balls slipped between his thighs, and slapped the side of the bench he’d laid on, which made him gasp. He sucked air in before leaning over, and rolling himself into an ‘all fours’ position. After a few seconds, he found he could tolerate that. His huge balls swung down close to his knees, and his penis bounced around down near his shins when he tried to move. It felt odd, and even a little pleasurable, when it wasn’t hurting deep in his groin from being so hard and stiff. He was sure his penis wanted to break off each time his pendulous balls slapped into it. He found it easier to walk on all fours, like an ape or monkey, so his penis would ‘hang’ without feeling like it would break. His arms felt a little strange still, but they were a little longer than his legs, and he could manage to get to the window on all fours, and watch the stars go by, without really having to stand up.

Space looked a lot like what he’d seen on television. It still felt so strange actually being in space. He had to keep reminding himself it was real. He wasn’t dreaming. The creatures that ran the strange ship went about their duties like ants, as though on auto-pilot, and he was just another ornament that had little meaning.

He felt a little hungry and instantly a little green pill-like shape appeared before him on the window sill. He sniffed it and slowly lifted himself up, sort-of standing, so he could move his arm up to investigate the strange thing. It smelled a little like pizza and broccoli, with a little spinach mixed in. He suddenly felt really hungry, and decided “What the hell”, and tossed it into his mouth. It swelled up some, forcing him to chew it, instead of simply swallowing it. He chewed it and swallowed, but every time he swallowed, there was more of it. Eventually he felt full, or at least like he didn’t want to eat any more, and the pill was gone. Then he felt thirsty, and like the pill, a bluish liquid just ‘appeared’ before him, floating in the air like a sphere. He leaned into the sphere, and sucked it into his mouth. It tasted like water, but then a Pepsi. Had he imagined that? He really wished he could have had a Pepsi, when he first tasted the liquid, and it tasted like water. He imagined having a chocolate milkshake, and again, the blue liquid appeared. He leaned into it again, and sure enough, it tasted like a chocolate milkshake.

“Cool,” Benny thought. He licked the blue sphere until he wasn’t interested any more, and it disappeared as before. Then all of a sudden, he had a strong urge to pee. He realized he hadn’t pissed since he went before he got into the shower. He was really hurting now. He looked around, a little franticly, but didn’t see anything that remotely looked like a urinal or toilet. He shuffled around on all fours, until he couldn’t help himself, or ‘hold it’ any longer. His penis extended down to the middle of his shins, and was starting to become super erect from his need to piss. All of a sudden, he let go . . . he couldn’t wait any longer. His urine drained out of his long penis, barely splattering on the floor due to its length, but it did not puddle either. His piss disappeared into the floor. “What the fuck?” he pondered. “That’s weird. Wonder if it eats shit too?”

His erection did not subside after his piss, as usual. The hardness seemed much different, and he felt a longing, and a need he’d never felt before. There was a tingling in his penis, sort of like electricity, or a foot or hand going to sleep, but also like someone was rubbing it inside and out. He couldn’t see anything, but enjoyed the feelings. His massive balls started to tingle too. He had an itching and burning deep within his groin. The end of his long penis began to throb. The purplish glans started to swell into a huge mushroom. This was a new experience for Benny. He’d never had any emissions, let alone an orgasm. Having an erection wasn’t new; he’d had them almost 24/7 since he was 13. But, the “jiz-spitting”, his friends talked about, eluded him still. But, that was before he came here, and he had a super tiny dick, no body hair, and virtually no balls. All of a sudden, his penis started to bounce and jerk; up and down, back and forth, seemingly on its own, but his hips were also moving instinctively. Without warning, he shot a copious amount of semen across the floor between his hands. It was so violent, and lasted so long, he felt weak and had butterflies in his stomach. He remained on his hands and feet momentarily. But feeling like he would soon collapse, he moved back to the bench he had slept on. He placed his hands on the bench, and rotated his hips around to fall on his side. His long penis draped over his hip and the side of the bench, with his heated testicles sagging over his thigh, still draining semen . . . each drop disappearing into the floor as they fell.

He hadn’t touched his penis. He’d heard guys talk about jacking off, and reveling in the joys of masturbation; something he couldn’t relate to before now. He knew other guys jerked their penis with their hands, and he’d tried in vain himself. Abusing his tiny pecker until he’d made hamburger of it. They talked about sucking dick and fucking ass, and how good it felt. He’d allowed his cousin Seth to suck his dick, and fuck his ass a few times, and sort-of related to the climactic experience from that aspect. But, he didn’t know that he could have a spontaneous emission. Being sexually immature before his arrival on this ship, he had never had anything to obtain any emissions with, or compare the feelings to what he’d just experienced. His groin still felt warm and tingly, from his recent explosion, but his penis felt warmer. His arms felt weak too. He soon fell asleep, as most mature males are apt to do after sexual release.

Benny awoke again with a fire in his groin. His penis really hurt; like cactus needles and fire ant bites combined. His balls had a dull ache, like they were twisted, or had recently been punched. His arms hurt and were tingling. His finger joints were swollen and red. His left foot was numb. He wanted to cry, and did so . . . loudly.

The ship’s First Officer noticed Benny crying, and summoned the Science Officer.

“Sir, the creature is in pain again. What should I do?”

“Monitor its movements, and consult the Physician. I am not familiar with this species,” the Science Officer said.

Benny cried for hours. His stomach hurt almost as bad as his head. His arms were swollen and very red. His penis and testicles were swollen and putrid. His penis was dripping snot-like puss. His balls felt like they were being squeezed in a vice.

The ship’s Physician came in and stepped over to Benny. He placed one of his tentacles on the boy’s chest, trying to comfort him. He immediately removed his tentacle as though he’d just contracted a deadly virus.

“Sir,” the Physician called back to the Science Officer, “I think this creature is dying. It’s hot and burning with fever. Its parts are not conforming. We must not have regenerated them in the correct order.”

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?” The Science Officer sighed. “I didn’t want the thing when it appeared. I was only looking to acquire New Ice from the Blue Planet.” He added rather grumpily. “Call up to the Collective, and see if The Aged One is willing to assist you.”

The Physician moved over to the wall in Benny’s chamber. He turned his back to the wall, stepped backward, and seemed to blend into the wall’s membrane. Instantly he went into a trance. After a few moments, he stepped away from the wall, and was followed by another odd creature . . . one that did not look anything like either he or the Science Officer. This one had long gray-white hair all over, and trailed sticky slim across the floor from a long tail sticking out from the hair. Benny frowned at the new being looking him over with the already accustomed-to Physician.

“Ah . . . this is a human. Possibly a child, by his thoughts; but something is wrong. Did you check for alien viruses or diseases?” the Aged One asked.

“I scanned it several times,” the Physician replied. “I did not get any recognizable readings, but I’m not familiar with this species.”

“Well, it would be a shame to lose this one. We have another, The Dax, but The Dax joined the collective many cycles ago. This could be a companion for The Dax. A humanoid companion may ease some of those moods we endure. I will ask The Dax to leave the collective, and see if he can assist with keeping this one alive. Maybe we can get an offspring from the union of this one, and The Dax . . . if we can keep this one alive.” The Aged One said.

With that, the Aged One slid over to the wall of the compartment, and disappeared into the wall membrane. After a few more moments, he reappeared with a tall young adult human male, naked like Benny, but naturally about 20 years old. Dax, or “The Dax”, as the beings called him, is smooth-skinned, like Benny, but with a small amount of pubic hair. He has a modest young-adult uncircumcised penis and rather small testicles. He has long thick blonde hair that drapes down past his waist, stark blue-green eyes, rosy cheeks, and a light dusting of facial hair above his lip and under his chin. He stretched, and yawned, rubbed his eyes, then raked his hands over his smooth torso, before scratching his groin and ass.

“Where are we, why did you wake me?” Dax asked.

“We are in a galaxy near your home world, and have captured another of your species. It needs your help. We think it is sick, and we thought you might like to have a companion before it dies.” The Aged One said.

“What? Dax shouted. “Have you been back to Earth?”

“No. . . . Science Officer sent a portal . . . . When we passed, 3 cycles back . . . to collect samples or something. New Ice, I think, or new experiments . . . but that is for Captain to deal with.” The Aged One said. “Captain is a New One, and did not know about your desires, or species.

“Well he needs to spend more time in the Collective. You know I wanted to see Earth again,” Dax said in dismay. “I have been stuck on this ship for so long.” He held his head in his hands. “I could kill someone right now.”

All the bug beings in the room stepped back when Dax said that, but he wasn’t paying any attention to them once he spotted Benny.

Dax walked over to the moaning boy. “By crackings!” he cried, “What happened to this boy?”

Dax knelt down beside Benny’s bench, gingerly touching the boy’s chest.

Benny was sobbing, but not as loudly as before. He opened his eyes at the gentle touch, and then looked up into Dax’s eyes. He sucked in air, in great surprise. Then he passed out.

“How did this aberration happen?” Dax demanded standing, and then facing the Physician.

“It, er . . . he came through the portal with several parts separated from him. We put him through regeneration. He does not look much like you now, but he did, to some degree . . . before. We did not think about calling you because he was crying, but then we thought he was dying from separation. Captain said regenerate, so I did. He had several parts like this, and some extra like these,” the Physician said to Dax, brushing Dax’s penis and touching his arms.

“Well, reverse the regeneration, Oaf,” Dax said irritated. “Do you not know what sticks and stones look like by now? How many sticks and stones, and arms do you think a boy needs?”

Dax stooped down and gathered Benny in his arms and carried him to the regeneration chamber.

Benny was vaguely aware of being carried again. His head felt like it would explode. He was beyond caring about the heavy weight between his legs, or his dangling arms.

The lights were flashing in swirls with sparkling effervescence. Benny felt his body grow lighter, felt like it was floating, but was watching himself degenerate. It felt oddly familiar, strange, but mesmerizing at the same time. He saw visions of his schoolmates’ body parts floating around in the haze, but with ghostly apparitions of their faces and bodies trying to catch the missing parts. Each apparition would look down at Benny with wicked smiles or teasing grins. Some were laughing, some were pouting. A couple of them were trying to get Benny’s attention by waving. Then they all disappeared. The lights dimmed, and the room came back into focus. As Benny’s eyes stopped seeing stars, he opened them up to see a handsome young man smiling down at him.

Dax raised a hand up to his right ear and swiped some of his long locks away from his face, then tossed his head in the same direction, to keep his hair over that shoulder.

Benny saw Dax’s eyes and thought he was an angel. But then shrank away from him as one of the ship’s beings stepped up behind Dax’s right shoulder into Benny’s line of sight. Benny started to scream when the Aged One came into focus on the other side of the table. When he saw all the loose body parts on his torso, and the table around him, he screamed even louder, and started thrashing around, which sent some of the parts across the room.

“Whoa there boy!” Dax exclaimed. “Ain’t no one going to hurt ya,” he said in a regional dialect Benny wasn’t unfamiliar with, but Dax spoke it with a touch of Cockney English.

Benny never saw the young man move his lips, or open his mouth. This confused him. He shrank even more. He sat up at the end of the table, and grabbed his knees. Then he suddenly realized again that he was naked, and tried to cover up his tiny genitals.

“Relax kid. You are still a little dazed by the regeneration,” Dax said while gently caressing Benny’s knee. “You should start to feel normal in a few minutes.

Again, Benny ‘heard’ him speak, but did not see his mouth move. He did see Dax’s intoxicating smile and perfect teeth. He looked around the room at all the different beings and then he saw Dax’s nakedness and extremely long hair, in stark comparison, and frowned.

“Where am I?” Benny faltered. “Who are you people?” he added with a little more bravery, noticing none of the beings approached him in Dax’s presence. “Why do I hear you speaking to me, but I can’t see you talking?”

“Well,” Dax started, turning to look at the others. “I could speak to you, but you might not understand my spoken word, and the shipmates here need to hear me at the same time.” Dax offered with another dazzling smile. “Most communications are mind-to-mind on this tug. There are too many different beings to keep up with . . . and just as many languages.” He added. “You’ll be able to communicate this way soon.” Dax said with another reassuring smile.

“So you are telepathic.” Benny stated with television confidence. “That explains why they understood me before you showed up. Where did you come from, and why are you naked?” Benny asked with a little trepidation, again giving Dax’s nude form another once-over.

“I do not understand ‘tel-e-path-thick’, and there is nary need for clothing. These folks wear none, and what little I had fell to dust a long time ago.” Dax replied.

“How did you get here?” Benny asked while still looking around the room.

“I fell into the light, much like you did. I went fer a walk down by the old mill, on a fine evening. I took a dip in the mill pond. I came up fer air, an’ seen the light. I swam over to it, an’ next I know . . . I’m here with narin’ but a wet pair of breeches.” Dax said with a wave of his arm. “Think you can you stand?” he added.

Benny slowly scooted to the edge of the table, and leaned on Dax’s extended arm for support. The coolness of the table and the air in the room made his tiny genitals draw up, which embarrassed him a bit. He tried to cover his groin with his free hand, but he suddenly felt foolish for doing so. He turned red in the face, but propped himself on the table edge, and Dax’s strong arm, and then stood up. His miniscule penis drew up into a tight little pointed skin cone, banked by tiny bumps of testicles under the skin beside it. He got goose bumps as his feet hit the floor. His shivering made his coal-black hair shimmer, and his teeth chatter.

“There you go, Mate,” Dax offered support to Benny by grabbing the boy’s right arm and placing his other hand behind the boy’s back. “Hey, you’re just a Wee Mite, aren’t ya?” Dax chided Benny, smiling kindly and rubbing the small of Benny’s back.

“How do you understand me? Are you an American?” Benny asked.

“An American?” Dax repeated a little confused.

“You speak English,” Benny answered. “American . . . you know, United States.”

“I know narin’ of the United States but my people are English,” Dax offered, and added, “Well, we have a bit of Welsh in the line too, on me Mam’s side. We are from Fort Frederica, on the Island, off the coast of the New World. My people settled the Georgia Colony of Fort Frederica when I was nigh to a June-bug.” He added with a proud smile. “Come over with Oglethorpe, they did!”

“Ah, well . . . James Oglethorpe discovered Georgia, but the Colonies were a long time ago. He built Fort Frederica on St. Simons Island in . . . ah, 1733, I think. But the Fort is long gone now. Are you trying to tell me that you’re one of the original settlers?” Benny asked in amazement, his mind spinning.

“Well, my parents are. Are you also from the Georgia Colony? When did you arrive? Where is your family parcel located?” Dax asked with sincere interest. “I sure do miss the fields and sandy beaches.”

“Dude, Georgia is a state now. I grew up in LaFayette. The colonies were established in the Savannah River basin. That’s on the East Coast. I grew up in the mountains near the Tennessee and Alabama border . . . way north of Savannah.” Benny said matter-of-factly. “When were you born?” Benny asked, noticing Dax’s confusion.

“February 1st, in the year of our Lord 1732.” Dax replied. “My Pap always tol’ me they was on a ship from the Old World and said me Mam had to wait ‘til we hit land fer me to come out. I was born’t right on the beach of Yamacraw Bluff, the very day the settlers came ashore.”

“I was born in 1996.” Benny replied. “I’m 14. Its 2010 now. If you were born in 1732 . . . you’re over 200 years old.”

Benny did the math in his head and opened his eyes wide. “Dude! You’re 278 years old! How is that possible?”

Dax frowned. “I know I have been on this ship a long time, but I did not know it has been that long. Are you sure? I never was good at ciphering, and I never lern’t read’n on the Scriptures well. I was 19 last I know’d . . . a’for I came on board,” he said as he hung his head with a bit of shame. “Are you saying my family is dead ‘n buried?” he added with tears in his eyes. “Guess them damned Spaniards came back after Bloody Marsh.”

“Well, the Battle of Bloody Marsh was in 1742, and Oglethorpe won. You would have been 10. The Spanish never tried to conquer Georgia again. The army pulled out in 1749, when you were 15, and fire destroyed most of the remaining settlers’ homes in the mid-50’s. No one was living there after 1760. The place is a historic site now. I went out to St. Simons Island last year on a church retreat. I’m sort of a History nerd.” Benny said kindly but a little sheepishly. “You must have disappeared sometime in 1751 if you are 19. That’s the year the fires started.”

Having been exposed to television and a lot of Science fiction, and that combined with his present situation, he figured the guy may have been in stasis for a long time.

“What was your family name? What’s your first name, anyway?” Benny asked as if suddenly forgetting his manners.

“I was born’t Dackland Whitefield Sheppard. Folks always called me Dax. These bug fellers call me The Dax, for some reason. What is your given name?” Dax asked, bowing slightly.

“My name is Benny . . . er, Benjamin Bradley Brown. My Mom calls me 3B, ‘cause she thinks that’s cute. All my friends call me Benny.” Benny said wistfully. He missed his Mom.

Dax noticed the boy’s face, and changed the subject. “Where did all them sticks and stones and extra bones come from?” Dax asked in his thick Coastal English, this time out loud.

Benny frowned momentarily at ‘sticks and stones’, but almost instantly realized Dax meant ‘dicks and balls’. “All my friends stuck their junk in the portal thingy that took me . . . before it took me here. They all thought it was funny, ‘cause it didn’t hurt.” Benny said, and then he recounted the whole shower scene up to the point of Randy tossing him into the shimmering field.

Dax asked Benny to describe the shower room of the boy’s locker room. He’d never heard of a room dedicated to showers before. Benny giggled while he explained. Then laughed harder when Dax asked why anyone would want to take a ‘running bath’ during school.

“My Granny!” Dax exclaimed out loud. “I never hear’t such. You mean all these parts belong’t to other boys like you?” Dax asked, surveying the pile of dicks and balls. “And they just cavort around naked together during school?”

Benny laughed, remembering the early settlers didn’t believe in bathing. The thought of wetting oneself on purpose must have seemed ludicrous to Dax.

“Well, there are a couple of dicks I don’t recognize, but the big one came from my cousin Seth.” Benny said turning his attention back to the table where Seth’s large boy-cock still lay. He surveyed the room, and pointed out other sets of genitals, and body parts he thought he recognized.

“I know that these folks have tools to help out with their ailments. I have seen and used one to lop off parts, but I n’er used it on m’self. I n’er worried about doin’ it without no hurtin’. I always figured these fellers nary felt pain.” Dax exclaimed. “I might-a chopped off me own parts if I’d known that’n. Shur would-a stopped a whole lot ‘o ailing over th’ years. Just thinking about it gets me all stoned up.” Dax continued vocally, his modest cock rising to the thoughts of dickless boys dancing around in running water.

Benny reached out and squeezed Dax’s stiffening penis.

“Whoa there Beany-boy,” Dax exclaimed. “You ain’t no Sodomite, are ya?”

“Sodomite? You mean Gay? Yes, I am. There’s nothing wrong with it in my world.” Benny said as though the 264 years between his modern and Dax’s puritanical ways of thinking did not matter. “Guys can marry guys, and girls can marry girls . . . well, in some states now anyway. I’ve known I like other boys since I was really little. My cousin Seth has been fucking me since we were 10. Besides, who’s gonna know way out here in space?”

Dax had to agree with the boy on that note, but the thoughts of sex gave him a vision of the Abbot in the back of his mind pointing to a picture of the Devil. His Protestant up-bringing forbid sex, except for procreation in the marriage bed. The thought of two naked men intertwined in a sexual embrace just for fun, made him shudder, and look for lightning; just as much as the thought of himself being naked with a naked female, made him turn red. Still, his penis was hard as a rock being around this naked boy with the black shinny hair, sparkling brown eyes over an impish nose, and a cute smile. The boy’s androgynous looks were a curiosity, that’s for sure.

“You are still really little, Wee Mite,” Dax chided, tousling Benny’s hair. “If you like other boys, will you be wanting me?” Dax asked a little apprehensively, blushing.

“Only if you want me, but I do think you’re hot,” Benny replied breathlessly. “You can do me any time!”

“I don’t feel hot.” Dax mused, not knowing he was just paid a complement. “What is ‘do me’?” he asked with a frown.

Benny just burst out laughing. “Dude, you’re so funny! Let’s go to my room, and I’ll show you what to do!” Benny said between fits of laughter. He grabbed Dax’s hand and led, half dragging him through the corridor to his new quarters.

Dax was almost crazy with lust. His penis bobbed up and down to the sway of his hips. His long hair was brushing side-to-side past his ample ass, and bristling along his hard penis with each step, which only added fuel to the fire burning in his gut. He was dripping pre-cum with each step, too.

When they arrived, Benny pushed Dax down on the bench and straddled his rock hard penis. Dax watched in breathless amazement as the small boy mounted his drooling cock. Benny’s tiny penis stood straight up against his abdomen and it was a hard inch and a half tall. His pea-sized testicles were also drawn up tight and his scrotum barely existed, because he was so excited. Benny’s foreskin hung over his penis by another half-inch, and it had a tiny drop of pre-cum pooling at its tip. Dax was startled by how tight the boy was, and how sensitive and wet his own penis was. Dax started climaxing before Benny could get him properly encased within his boy-pussy. They both started giggling; Benny from seeing and feeling Dax’s excitement, Dax from sheer ecstasy after all the many years of having nothing more than his own hand for relief.

Dax relaxed, and got sober. Realizing he still had part of his still-stiff cock inside a mere boy, he looked away to the stars, out the window. The feeling in his groin was too powerful. It was too much for his puritanical upbringing to compete with. He returned his gaze toward Benny’s face. Benny opened his eyes as the rush of heated genitals subsided, as if on cue. He looked directly into Dax’s eyes. He saw the mirrored image of his dark brown eyes in Dax’s blue-green. Benny leaned forward and kissed Dax on the mouth. Dax was still reeling from the guilt of fornication, but his lust took over again. This boy he had to have . . . and in a proper way. He returned the kiss, but more powerfully. He picked Benny up, spread him out prone, and lay down over him. He nuzzled the boy’s face with his nose, then kissed him deeply again, his long hair engulfing both of them. Benny raised his legs up and wrapped them around Dax’s hips, offering up his tight boy hole for another plunging. Dax slowly nudged his stiff rod into Benny’s tightness, and swung his head to toss away his long locks. He sucked in air as Benny slammed his little ass into his groin, quickly impaling himself on the older teen’s cock. Dax forged ahead in all the pent-up lust of many decades alone, plunging in and out, over and over; with a force that only comes from a long bout of self-imposed chastity. Dax’s nuts were being smashed, and Benny’s head was bumping into the bulkhead of the bunk with each thrust . . . but neither one stopped.

Dax’s second climax in less than 10 minutes was much more powerful. He actually saw stars . . . his head was spinning. He went limp and collapsed on Benny. Benny had his own minor climax. He gripped his legs around Dax’s hips trying to milk every drop of the older teen’s seed out of him, before Dax’s limp cock slid out.

“How soon can you do that again?” Benny asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know. I didn’t mean to do that.” Dax said as he rolled over on his side, staring up at the ceiling of the quarters. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“You mean you’re a virgin?” Benny asked incredulously.

“Aye, mate, that I am . . . I never been with n’arn until now.” Dax replied out loud with a tinge of guilt.

“Well, you can do it again as much as you want. You were great!” Benny exclaimed.

“You don’t mind being plowed like a cunt?” Dax asked in all innocence. “Does it not hurt?”

Benny laughed at Dax’s simpleness. He brushed Dax’s hair away from his face, propped himself up on his elbow and said, “Dude, if I didn’t want it, you wouldn’t be here. You have to remember I come from a different time than you. Things are a lot different in 2010. People don’t have the same hang-ups they did when you were my age. Besides, I don’t want to hurt your feelings or anything . . . but my cousin Seth was a lot bigger.”

“What is a ‘hang-up’,” Dax asked slowly. “And,” he added as a second thought, “I will have you know, I am 19. I know that’s not too fer away from 14.”

“A hang-up is something you want to do, but think you shouldn’t, because of the way you were taught.” Benny answered, ignoring the overly proud way Dax figured their age difference, but noticing Dax missed the jab about his pecker size.

“How is it that you still look so young, after being on this ship for so many years?” Benny asked suddenly. “And, why is your hair so long? I know many guys from your time grew beards, but they still cut their hair.”

“I was shorn when I came on this ship. I’m still too young for a beard. M’ hair just grows out while I spend time with the Collective.” Dax answered. “I don’t know why I never age. Maybe the Old One can tell. I never thought about it before now. I still feel the same. I don’t feel old.”

“What is the Collective?” Benny asked, lying back on Dax’s arm. “Is it like a sort-of stasis?”

“The Collective is where most of the ship’s residents are,” Dax replied. “They exchange thoughts, and learn about each other. I don’t know what ‘stay-sis’ is, but I recon you ‘ould be very popular in the Collective . . . I can tell. You are smart.” Dax said, rubbing Benny’s stomach and thumbing his tiny foreskin. “When I go in, they make me smarter, and I make them dumber,” he said with a chuckle.

“So it’s like a hive. When can I see it?” Benny asked.

“Well, the ship needs to record your you before you go in.” Dax mused.

“My ‘you’?” Benny repeated. “You mean scan me?”

“I suppose so,” Dax replied. “The Old One can tell you more about what they do. But right this very minute, I want you all to myself.” Dax said tickling Benny under his arms, which made the boy scream with giggles.

Dax ran his hands all over Benny, examining his every nuance. He rubbed his fingers along the boy’s tiny balls and encouraged his tiny penis to come back out for air. Benny arched his back and sighed. He ran his small hands through Dax’s long hair, and traced his fingers along Dax’s broad chest. Dax’s penis started to rise again from the boy’s attentions. They spent several hours in Benny’s quarters, exploring each other, and making out once more, before they noticed their surroundings, and several of the crew staring at them.

The Aged One slid forward and said, “Ah, it is good for The Dax to have a companion, yes?”

“Yes, Old One, Dax is content.” Dax replied with his mind, without looking up at the creature, or removing his semi-hard penis from Benny’s ass.

Benny looked up at the creature with a slight start, and shrank a bit from his presence . . . but feeling Dax’s strength and calm; he remained, but looked at the Aged One from Dax’s arm pit.

“Will we soon have a new The Dax?” the Aged One asked.

“No, Old One, this union will not produce off-spring.” Dax said smiling down at Benny.

“Geez, they’re not big on privacy, are they?” Benny said out loud. “Hey, wait a minute . . . They think I’m a girl?”

“They do not know about female humans, they have never seen a real one. But they do know about courtship and companionship from my dreams, and the dreams of others in the Collective.” Dax replied with his mind, directing it mainly toward the crew, who were still standing around watching the two youths intertwined in interest. “I told them all about how my peep works, and tried to tell them what men do with it, but since I have never seen a naked woman, I was unable to teach them about women. They have sex, but they don’t have it for fun or pleasure. I guess they thought since I fucked you, you would get pregnant.” Dax finished his thought, in Benny’s vernacular, grinning.

“Eww!” Benny said, his face contorted. “I like the fucking part, but I wouldn’t want to get pregnant. It’s my tiny pecker and baby face, ain’t it? Everyone always thinks I’m a girl!” Benny pouted.

Dax stood up. His slick penis popped out of Benny’s tight ass with an audible sound that made Benny giggle out loud. The crew backed away from Dax as if he had a deadly weapon, or an illness they weren’t too eager to catch. Benny rose and stepped behind Dax, holding on to the older youth by his long hair.

“They seem afraid of you, why?” Benny asked.

“He was a terror to all the crew when he first came to us,” the Aged One said, following Dax a little to the side. “He got bored easily. He had no one to play with. I was afraid he would die from loneliness.”

“Why didn’t you send him home?” Benny asked.

“They can’t send me home, Benny. You can’t go home either.” Dax said wistfully.

“What do you mean I can’t go home?” Benny faltered, his lip quivering.

“You have been regenerated, child. The Blue Planet would not suit you now.” The Aged One said slowly, fearing Benny’s reaction. He recalled Dax’s reaction to the same news so long ago, and slid forward with caution.

“Why did you come to Earth if you didn’t want anything to do with its people?” Benny asked.

“We need the Blue Planet for New Ice.” The Aged One said.

“They have to visit Blue Planets . . . so they can make air.” Dax said. “You and I were not supposed to be captured. It was accidental. There is nothing they can do about it except put up with us.” Dax thought, pulling the saddened boy close to his side.

“So, I guess New Ice is water?” Benny stated.

“Yes,” thought Dax and the Aged One together.

“Guess now I’ll never get my learners’ permit!” Benny cried.

“Why do need a permit for learning?” Dax asked.

“So I can drive,” Benny replied.

“Drive what . . . an Ox Cart?” Dax asked innocently.

“A car . . . Never mind. I guess a car isn’t my biggest concern now.” Benny thought, and then his face screwed up again. “What about my Mom? I bet she thinks I ran away. Damn it all Randy!” Benny cried.

Dax pulled the boy close to his side again, and allowed him to vent and sob in his long hair.

They proceeded on down the corridor until they reached the control room. The crew gave wide berth to Dax and Benny.

“Geez, these guys really are afraid of you,” Benny said again in Dax’s direction, looking at the crew with eyes still red.

“Yes, they don’t forget.” Dax chuckled. “They think you will be just like me, too.”

“He discovered my healing wand, one cycle after he arrived, and played tricks with the crew.” The Aged One said, with an audible laughing tone.

“Yes, I played stick ball with the Ensign’s head a few times.” Dax said with a huge grin.

“You played with his head?” Benny asked incredulously. “It didn’t kill him?”

“Naw, he doesn’t need it to do his job when he’s at the controls. His body remembers everything even when his head is asleep . . . or missing!” Dax laughed.

“As I said, he was a terror.” The Aged One said ruefully.

“Well, he’s the one who stuck my head on the wall and left it for 2 cycles while they took apart my ass for studying.” Dax lamented.

“They can do that?” Benny exclaimed.

“You are part of the ship now, Benny. Everything about the ship will protect you. It will keep you alive. That’s what happens when you are regenerated.” Dax explained.

“So, I can put my head on a wall, and watch my body get dissected, and I can have it back when they are through with it?” Benny asked in amazement. “So, that’s why you look so young after all these years!”

Benny’s little devious mind was spinning. His little boner was sticking out farther than it had ever been.

“Hah! Someone thinks that’s a funny thing!” Dax said, looking down at Benny’s turgid little cock.

“Show me,” Benny demanded, completely unafraid of ‘loosing’ his head.

“Oh, dear, not another one!” the Aged One lamented.

Dax looked at the Aged One, then at Benny.

“Oh, very well, go ahead and show him. But leave the crew alone!” the Age One said as he slithered off down another side corridor.

The crew relaxed knowing they wouldn’t be targets, and went about their duties as though the two youths were invisible. Dax took Benny into the Science Lab. Benny shuddered in the room a bit, remembering his recent experiences there. Dax picked up the healing wand and waved it around, then showed it to Benny.

“This is the thing I was telling you about. I used to tease the crew with it. I never knew it didn’t hurt to use it. I was a mean sucker when I first found out I could never go home again.” Dax said.

“So, what do I have to do for the scan?” Benny asked.

“Nothing, except stand still,” Dax said with a smirking grin. “Look over there.” He continued, and pointed to the opposite wall, while grabbing Benny’s hair and turning his head in the direction he’d indicated.

Benny felt Dax’s hand grab his head with a handful of hair, and allowed Dax to turn it for him, and then saw a flash of light in his peripheral vision. All of a sudden he saw his body getting lower and lower to the table, but didn’t feel anything. His head was turning around. He was facing Dax’s smiling face. He looked down at his body lying on its side, where it had slumped over. It was missing a head! His head!

Dax noticed Benny’s bewildered expression and thought, “Don’t try to talk just yet. It will dry out your vocal cords. Think what you want to say, and I will hear you,” his grin belying his protective tone.

“Wow, I didn’t feel anything.” Benny thought. “What are you going to do with my head?”

“How about we go explore the ship, while the ship explores you?” Dax offered.

“Cool,” Benny thought. “Wait . . . I want to watch what the ship does to me. You said I could.”

Dax hadn’t said any such thing, but relinquished. He held Benny’s head up high by his hair, so the boy could watch his own dissection.

“Do you have to hold me like that? It’s starting to hurt.” Benny thought.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You are starting to recuperate.” Dax said.

“Recuperate? You mean my head can live without my body all the time?” Benny thought.

“Yes and no. You should be part of the wall without your body. Your head will last many cycles alone, but it’s no fun, unless I or someone else joins you.” Dax replied.

“What do you mean by ‘join’?” Benny thought.

“Like this,” Dax thought, while lifting Benny’s head to his right shoulder, and placing it alongside his own head.

Benny slowly began to get feelings back in his cheeks, and could move his mouth. He stretched his jaw, and tried to turn his head. His mouth was right beside Dax’s mouth. He was breathing with Dax’s lungs. It was all too unreal.

“Hey, my body is turning to mush!” Benny shouted suddenly, looking back at the table. “Will I get it back like that?”

“No, the ship is figuring out what makes you, you.” Dax said matter-of-factly. “Don’t fret about it, you will get it back just like it was.”

Benny watched in amazement as his legs came away from his torso, then his arms, and little-by-little his hips separated from his waist, stomach, and chest. His separate parts slowly dissolved into the Science Lab table as they were each taken further apart by tiny beings no one could see. His tiny penis was one of the last things to disappear. “It went down hard,” thought Benny. Dax laughed.

“Oh, I forgot you can read my mind.” Benny said out loud.

“You know, there is something you can do about your little peeper, if you want to. I mean, if it bothers you so much.” Dax offered.

“My size doesn’t bother me,” Benny defended himself. “I like it the way it is. I never use it for anything except pissing. I sometimes think it would be nice if I could stand up to piss, though. But if you want to do something to it, do anything you want, I won’t mind. Hell, I’ve seen what my friends did to theirs, and they sure seemed to like it. And now, my head is on someone else’s shoulders. So, yeah, do what you want with my prick.”

“Well, I like it the way it is, too.” Dax said with a grin. “Pissing is something you will never have to do again; crapping either.”

“What do you mean?” Benny asked.

“The ship takes care of all that for you. It feeds you, and waters you . . . only what you need. No waste.” Dax replied.

“Well, far-out!” Benny exclaimed. “How long before they get through with the rest of me?” Benny asked.

“Probably a half-cycle. You’re rather small, Wee Mite.” Dax chided.

“Fuck you, Adonis.” Benny laughed. “Is a cycle a day, or an hour? I’m so horny. I’d really like you to fuck me again.”

“You are feeling me. I’m all stoned up from watching you come apart.” Dax chuckled.

“Let me see this,” Benny said, taking the healing wand from Dax’s control.

“Whoa there, Beany-boy,” Dax said startled. “You don’t know how to use that thing yet.”

“Sure I do, I watched you . . . er . . . I remember you using it.” Benny said with a tad of uncertainness. “Like this?” he asked Dax, as he passed the wand through Dax’s erection.

Benny laughed hard as he watched Dax’s hard penis hit the floor.

“Hey, come on . . . what’d yer do that fer.” Dax babbled, forgetting Benny’s vernacular and rescinding into his Cockney.

“Aw, you miss it already?” Benny teased.

“Give me that,” Dax said taking back control of the wand, and his own arm.

He reached down and retrieved his penis. He turned it around and over, looking at it from angles he’d never seen before. He held it up and tried to look through the urethral opening, then through the urethra on the cut end, but the thing was healing over. He looked down at the stub that was left attached to him, and it was healing over, too. He rubbed his new stub. It grew out even harder . . . harder that he’d ever known it could get.

“Let me see it,” Benny demanded, grabbing control of Dax’s severed penis and arms.

He too had to inspect the dismembered unit. Benny got it too close to his face, though. The cut-over end attached to his nose as fast as his head had attached to Dax’s shoulder.

“Dude!” Benny exclaimed, shaking Dax’s penis side-to-side, letting it slap his cheeks.

They both giggled over that, as Dax walked out of the Science Lab, and off toward the Collective.

“Hey, I think I could get used to having someone else do all the work for me,” Benny joked.

They arrived at the Collective, and Dax leaned against the wall membrane at the end of the corridor. Benny felt a sensation similar to that when he was regenerated. He saw thousands of beings, of all shapes, sizes, and obvious different species. They all appeared to be in a trance, in different ‘pods’. He could ‘hear’ a multitude of voices, sort of like a distant chorus, and the humming of a swarm at the same time. It was exciting, a bit mesmerizing, and confusing all at once.

“We can’t go in joined,” Dax said matter-of-factly. “I want you to experience the Collective, but it will have to wait until you’re you again.”

“This is amazing. Are all these different things and creatures from other worlds?” Benny asked.

“Yes,” Dax replied. “I spent a long time with these folks. Some of the places I learn’t about is amazing.”

“Do you think we might be able to visit any of these other worlds?” Benny asked. “I mean, ones that might allow us to breathe right . . . I mean, since we can’t go back to Earth?”

“You know, I never thought about that. I’m sure there is, what with all these folk in here.” Dax said in retrospect.

He turned around and merged out of the membrane into the corridor. Benny’s face was sweating from the infusion of Dax’s hormones.

“I am really getting horny. Think I can get my own butt back now?” Benny asked.

“We’ll see in a bit, Little Bit,” Dax quipped. “I need to ask the Old One how to get my peep off your face.”

“Awe . . . and I was just getting used to it,” Benny chided. “Recon if I blow my nose, it will get hard?” he added laughing.

“Who’s the funny one now?” Dax laughed.

The crew spread out again when they saw Dax enter the control room. The Aged One was back at the consol reviewing the charts, when he saw Benny’s head attached to Dax’s shoulder. He shook his head.

“I see you have been playing around again,” the Aged One said.

“I need you to show me how to remove my peep from his face.” Dax requested.

“Oh, and what about his head attached to your shoulder?” the Aged One asked. “Is that to stay?”

“Oh, naw, I jes wanted to show ‘im ‘round while the ship poked at his innards,” Dax replied vocally.

“Well, we are finished with his ‘scan’. You may separate now. Come . . . I’ll teach you what you wish to know.” The Aged One said, slithering toward the Science Lab.

Dax and Benny followed and waited patiently while the old creature gathered his other tools.

“First, we’ll take your ‘fun part’ off this child’s face. Then we’ll put his head back where it belongs,” said the Aged One.

The Aged One took Dax’s penis off Benny’s nose, with a glowing rod similar to the one Dax used to separate Benny’s head from his body. He laid Dax’s penis on the table. It sealed up as it had before. It looked like a piece of sausage. Benny went cross-eyed trying to watch his nose go back to normal. Next the Aged One took Benny’s head and removed it from Dax’s shoulder. But instead of setting Benny on the table beside Dax’s penis, he slithered over to another table and placed him in the middle of it. He slithered back to Dax, and touched the wall membrane. The table where Benny’s head sat began to glow. Benny saw the same white lights and the sparkling flashes before his eyes. He closed his eyes and blacked-out momentarily. When the lights stopped, he came to and found himself lying on the table just as he was before. He slowly reached out and ran his hands over his torso, and then felt his face. He sat up and looked around. He jumped off the table and ran over to Dax, grabbing him around the waist.

“That was so cool! I can’t believe that just happened!” Benny shouted.

“Well, we know all we need to know about you child. Now we can fix what is wrong with you,” the Aged One said.

“Fix what is wrong with me?” Benny asked.

“We can compare your readings to The Dax, and determine the error in your make-up.” The Aged One stated matter-of-factly.

“I don’t think there is anything wrong with me,” Benny said, a little defensively.

“Are you not ‘delayed’?” the Aged One said, waving his hairy arm over Benny’s tiny genitals.

“I guess so . . . well, yeah . . . but I’m OK with it. I wish my penis was longer sometimes, but Dax said I didn’t need it any more . . . so, I’m cool.” Benny said, displaying some modern-day street attitude.

“Well, if you wish, you may be fixed.” The Aged One said. “Now, where should you like The Dax ‘fun part’ to be?”

“What, this?” Benny exclaimed grabbing Dax’s severed penis and bouncing around, as though daring Dax to chase him.

“Aw, come on, ya Wee Mite, gimme me peep,” Dax exclaimed.

The two youths wrestled around until Dax got his penis back, and held it high enough that Benny couldn’t reach it.

“Please put it back where it came from, Old One, PLEASE!” Dax cried.

After the Aged One finished replacing Dax’s penis, and insisting he stand still long enough to make sure it still worked, the two teens ran off to the Collective; so Dax could introduce Benny to all of his friends and learn much more of Benny’s version of the world they left behind.

“My Granny!” the Aged One said shaking his head, looking at the Ensign.

The Ensign smiled back at the old Being for mimicking Dax, and tossed his head. “I guess The Dax won’t be such a terror now?”

“We can only hope,” said the Aged One, as he slithered away. “I’ll be in my quarters if you need me.”