Space Delicacies

By Pueros

(Federal Space Station MMVII, orbiting the planet Axon, April 2502)

It was the first time that humans had seen a Boran, and vice-versa, and neither were impressed.

The highly intelligent Boran resembled a huge slug with tentacles, and even trailed slime as it made its way slowly along the Space Station’s main concourse. However, two large cat-like creatures with massive tongues trailed in its wake cleaning up the mess. These stupid beasts lived in a symbiotic relationship with the Borans, the transitory residue being their most desired sustenance.

Station MMVII was near to the Galactic Federation’s frontier. Beyond lay the space of friendly but non-aligned species, including that of the mysterious Borans, about whom little was known as they liked to keep themselves to themselves, emerging from their planetary systems only to trade. They were the source of many invaluable ores which they did not allow anyone to collect, preferring instead to deliver the minerals themselves, in spaceships with technology apparently superior to the vessels of the Federal fleet.

The Borans did not seek monetary reward for their ores but always wanted to barter the goods for commodities, with certain types of rare food especially prized. It seemed that they had very sophisticated dietary tastes and were always looking for fresh delicacies to add to their menus.

The human family group consisted of pretty blonde-haired blue-eyed 14 years old Aaron, his similarly adorned 12 years old brother Simon and their parents, all wearing the uniform apparel of Federal Space Fleet personnel. Their ship, the ‘FSF Churchill’, had docked at the Station to give the crew some much-needed shore leave, the facility providing easy access to the beautiful planet below via a regular and speedy relay of shuttles. The ‘Churchill’ was on a lengthy mission to study charted but otherwise barely known uninhabited systems in this peaceful part of Federation space. The boys’ parents, both scientists, had, like many of the crew with families, been permitted to have their children accompany them on their voyage. Their offspring would continue their education on-board their vessel as the exploration proceeded.

Neither Aaron or Simon could help giggling at the sight of the Boran as they passed it despite having already seen on their journeys many peculiar and, in human terms, far uglier life forms. They were particularly amused by the life form’s big eyeballs, located at the end of lengthy stalks, and its five long thin tentacles with wet suckers at the ends. However, their parents embarrassed admonishments at their sons’ rudeness eventually secured quiet, if not the abandonment of large smirks.

The Boran had also observed the, to him, physically obnoxious humans, creatures that he too had not seen previously because this part of the Federation, very distant from Earth, was usually administered and protected by natives of the local planetary systems. However, he was not put off by their repulsive appearance as he had seen much worse and his central tentacle, actually an acutely sensitive nose, had detected things very pleasant. He identified the source of the delectation as the three males in the Earthling quartet, with the two younger specimens exhibiting particular delightfulness, perhaps because of their immature freshness.

The Boran accidentally on purpose snorted some mucus from a couple of his side tentacles, as if in a sneeze, and wiped the smirk off the boys’ faces by sliming their fronts with the substance as they passed. “Very sorry,” the Boran apologised, via his universal translator, “please allow cleaning!” An untranslated command to the two creatures behind soon had the animals licking the sticky ooze off the shocked lads, causing an embarrassed stiffness underneath their trousers as massive tongues were applied to their loins.

The initial attempted resistance to the cats’ attentions were stopped when their mother, not wanting to insult the Boran by declining his help, told them to allow the creatures to fulfil their tasks. “Don’t worry,” declared the human mother to the alien via her own translator, “accidents will happen and thanks for you help in rectifying the matter.”

The cats rapidly finished their chores, their tongues seemingly having consumed all of the offending fluid as there were no remaining liquid or stains on the boys’ faces or uniforms. The two parties then said polite farewells before going their separate ways, the incident to be relegated later by the human parents to amusing anecdote to their sons’ embarrassment. The Boran was also amused for he had marked the young unknowing Earthlings with his own strong scent, undetectable to the proboscises of most other beings, and no amount of cleansing would remove it for days.

Aaron and Simon disappeared from the beds in their cabins aboard the ‘FSF Churchill’ two nights later.

(Boran spaceship, speeding to the planet Bora, April 2502)

Aaron awoke to find himself naked and spreadeagled in a vertical position within a black square tubular frame, the force-field holding him immovably in place without the need for ties. The Boran was in front of him, one eye-stem peering round to the boy’s rear whilst the other carefully examined the lad’s sublime genitals, smooth twin orbs dangling nicely under a sweet, currently flaccid, cock.

Aaron tried to speak to question and protest but found that his vocal cords had somehow been temporarily disabled. He then felt one of the wet suckers of one of the Boran’s tentacles engulf his soft penis. The boy experienced a sticky dampness cover his member and a strong intermittent suction being relentlessly applied to its rapidly hardening form. The 14 years old’s gorgeous body soon began to quake as orgasm speedily approached and his splayed limbs visibly vibrated, despite the force-field, as his semen poured into the alien’s protuberance.

The Boran relished the newly discovered delicacy for a while, its tasty nutritional goodness particularly appreciated, before turning the attention of two tentacles to each of the young male human’s scrotum orbs.

The Borans had secret spatial molecular transfer technology, unknown to the Federation. After locating Aaron and Simon with sensors that could detect his scent from great distances, despite intervening barriers, the alien trader had therefore found it easy to transport the boys to his ship.

(The planet Bora, May 2502)

The Boran King was enjoying his special birthday banquet gift, a new delicacy. 12 years old Simon found himself naked and spreadeagled in a vertical position within a black square tubular frame and had just been milked of semen, an output of his loins that he had only recently started producing. Two royal tentacles were now sucking his ball sac. The alien monarch had thoroughly enjoyed the aperitif and was looking forward to the main course.

The attention to Simon’s scrotum had caused his smooth penis to become erect again, with his foreskin already retreating to reveal the cockhead dribbling precum. The lustrous ivory-like throbbing member was pointing vertically upwards towards the boy’s lovely navel when he shuddered and came again. This occurred just as single sharp talons emerged from the middle of each sucker to pierce the lad’s ball sac in two places before making their inexorable way to the 12 years old’s testicles.

Simon would have screamed in terror and pain if his vocal cords had permitted. Instead, the boy had to be content with displaying agony and copious tears on his lovely face as the talons severed his testes from their membranes before they were sucked out of their home to be enjoyed by the Boran King.

(The planet Smya, June 2502)

Aaron and Simon found themselves on the remote and inhospitable planet Smya, within Boran controlled space. The new young eunuchs were being trained to slave in their alien masters’ latest mine.

Meanwhile, the Boran trader had set off, with the help of others, to fulfil his new commission, an initial order for 10,000 more of the delicious new delicacies enjoyed by both his King and himself.

THE END

of

SPACE DELICACIES

by Pueros