Star Scoundrels (Lewdark & SinAndDebauchery)

[SinAndDebauchery]

"Here it goes." With the flick of a small lever on another ship, the haulage skiff came barreling out of hyperspace in a pink flash, tumbling wildly in the infinite black of the void between stars, all systems save for the most life-critical and rudimentary disabled. The latent inertial compensation field meant that the interior of the ship was oddly serene, until one was to look through one of the exterior camera feeds and take in the madly spinning field of distant stars. It was a typical design - mostly storage space and engine, with a tiny living compartment for the one-man crew keeping an eye on the various commercial items the predominately automated craft was ferrying from system to system. The exterior was cheerful enough - all rounded edges, white paint, and smiling corporate logos.

Another rosy burst of light occurred perhaps a thousand meters behind the skiff, on the same trajectory, albeit longer-lived and more stable in appearance. A sleek vessel, black as the interstellar cold save for the skull and crossbones motifs in white along its hull, and covered with a frankly alarming quantity of protruding weapon batteries, emerged from the light. It accelerated hard until seemed to be stationary next to the out-of-control skiff. Despite being much larger, the skiff seemed a hapless predator before the newcomer, impotently flailing in the face of a coordinated, focused attack. A series of grappling lines shot out of the pirate ship's belly, and with a loud clang, it anchored itself against the hull.

A swarm of figures emerged from various airlocks, clambering over the skiff's exterior. Unlike typical commercial spacesuits, what they wore were skin-tight and seamless, allowing perfect mobility. Their helmets were dark and faceless, only a pair of luminescent red goggles giving them any indication of humanity. In their gloved hands they gripped a variety of cruel armaments: laser beamers, buckshot launchers, even cutlasses. All military-grade, and designed to dispatch foes with a minimal risk of damaging critical ship systems. They found their way to the primary airlock, and one of them plugged something into an exterior control panel. A deep, drawling voice came unbidden over the localized communicator system.
"Alright, whoever's in there, you've got two choices. You can cycle this airlock properly and let us in safe-like, or we can cycle it improperly and all your air starts to go away. I'm sure there's an emergency suit in there, but I don't know how willing we'll be to let you take advantage of it if you put us to the trouble. And I work fast. You've got twenty seconds."

 

[Lewdark]

Percy watched through the security feed with a deep sense of helplessness, as the pirates entered the airlock. He knew they were right. He could avoid cycling the airlock. But that would only delay the inevitable. He could try and dislodge from their ship and send at least one or two hurtling into the empty black beyond. But, again it would only delay them. And certainly anger them too.

Percy was lucky. Very lucky. Seven supply runs. Just like this one. And never, not once had he run into pirates. Honestly those odds made him the luckiest hauler in this sector. The one time he had seen the skull and bone paint he made it to his destination before they could close. The job was dangerous, but the pay was good. Too good to pass up. But it looked like his luck finally ran out. Percy sighed and pressed the coms button. “Cycling now. It’s and old ship, she’s slow so give it a minute” Percy stood and exited the control room. The living space of the ship was small. Little more than a bridge a room to sleep and a common room. In the five minutes or so he had left he tidied up. Placed a few worn jumpsuits in a wash bin and put the rest of the few items he owned into a bag. Best case he figured, they would drop him at the nearest settlement.

he tried to remember what his employers had told him to do in the event of a pirate boarding. But in the moment he could only think of what possible horror awaited him as the airlock finished cycling, and the lock disengaged as he stood in the common room, facing the airlock entryway. Percy took a deep breath and the door opened…

 

[SinAndDebauchery]

In the pirates barged, numbering a dozen or so, anonymous but universally intimidating in their vacuum gear. They clearly knew the nature of the fish they'd reeled in, and accordingly, were not particularly concerned with looking for threats. They certainly didn't think Percy was much of one. Though a few did show interest in other ways - one muttered something that was unintelligible over the bustle of intruders spreading out through the ship, and grabbed the armored plate over his crotch. He was answered by grunts of agreement and malicious chuckles from those close around him.

The technical specialist who'd been ready to burst open the airlock headed off to the bridge, seeking to get the vessel up and running after the in-hyperspace electronic attack it'd been subjected to. At least half made their way out into the cargo hold, clearly eager to inspect the spoils of their raid. Finally, a pirate with a holstered laser pistol on each thigh swaggered up to Percy. He was a tall man in his suit - easily 6"4 - and though he still wore his helmet, he conveyed a sense of bemusement as he crossed his arms. When he spoke, his voice was different to the one that'd come over the communicator. It was younger, but decidedly in-charge.
"Going somewhere, I see?" He pointed at Percy's luggage with his chin. "Haven't you heard? Government says your bosses have to pay us ransom now, so those of us with poorer manners don't just screw and space poor sods like you. Meant to incentivize them to install better anti-hyperspace interception measures on their ships." He gave a shrug. "Doesn't seem to be working out very well, does it? Either way, I'm afraid we won't be dropping you off for a while, friend. There's a turnaround on these things." He looked to the corner, where three pirates leaned against the wall, staring directly at Percy.

"You lot. Take this one to his bunk and override the lock. We'll keep him there." One of them stepped forwards, and removed his helmet, revealing a dark, clean-shaven face on a bald head. There was a scar running along the bridge of his nose, and one of his eyes was replaced by a multi-lensed prosthetic. He smiled grimly.
"Do we get to, uh, check him for weapons and dangerous implements?"
"Knock yourselves out, lads. I'll drop by later."

 

[Lewdark]

Percy watched as the rows of pirates filtered in like rats. Luckily he’d learned not to get too attached to the ships. This place wasn’t home. It was a job. Percy raised an eyebrow as he saw the one pirate grab the armor on his crotch and shuttered. He knew what was in store for him. Pirates got lonely out here in the inky black of space. And he knew his look was… well significantly softer than that of a fellow pirate. The jumpsuit Percy wore was form fitting. It showed off his plump butt. He wasn’t exactly muscled or fit but he wasn’t bad looking by any means. A strong jaw line too. He had some stubble. It was hard staying motivated to keep up with appearances while alone on a rig for weeks or months at a time.

Percy listened to the tall leader and swallowed. He handed the bag to one of the two who were told to escort him. He watched the rest peal off and begin to rummage around his ship. “It’s mostly terraforming supplies in there. For a mining colony wanting an upgrade. The good stuff is the medical supplies. Section 8C will have the most value. I guess I’ll just pretend I’m on vacation for now let me know if you can’t find anything. I’m here to comply. I guess. Or at least that’s what they say to do.”

 

[SinAndDebauchery]

"Uh-huh. Good plan." Flanked by his buddies, the prosthetic-eyed pirate hurried Percy along with a firm hand between the shoulder blades, pushing him straight inside when they arrived at his bunk capsule. Immediately, the pirate who Percy had passed his things emptied the bag on the bed and began to poke through, no doubt looking for something of value, or something to tease him with. Abandoning any pretense of civility, the other two rounded on Percy, and gloved hands started prodding and squeezing, giving the laziest of symbolic efforts to pat down his torso before inevitably beginning to grope below the beltline.

"Gotta watch these space hauler types. You can go a little crazy out here on your own for so long. Acquire a violent streak - seen it happen myself." The one-eyed pirate delivered an unexpected slap across Percy's backside, before locking his hands around the side of his hips and pulling himself in close enough to grind his crotch-plate along the axis of his buttcrack. "It seems clear back here... but then, you never know what a desperate man'll hide under his clothes." Suddenly, he pushed Percy into a corner. "Strip. Now. Everything." He glared, passing the palm of his hand over the grip of his holstered weapon to make it clear that there was no choice in the matter.

 

[Lewdark]

Percy slumped onto his bed at first, before the two men pulled him back up. Watching the pirate go through his bag he winched. He had a stash of about 160 credits on a card. It wasn’t much really at all. Just enough to grab a drink and a decent meal on the colony. But a ring sat in the bag and tumbled out as the contents was dumped. It wasn’t much either. But it was his mother’s. Who died in a factory explosion in the core worlds. From the age and the fact Percy carried but didn’t wear it, it’s sentimental value was obvious.

Percy’s attention was pulled away instantly as the pat down turned into full on groping. He gulped hard as he felt the rough hands touch and squeeze his sides ample hips and ass. Not to mention the soft, yet sizeable package he kept between his legs. It was indeed the worst part of the job… the loneliness. The desperate craving for the touch of another. Percy fell into the corner and blinked, dumbfounded at the request. Hesitating before the hand of the pirate found the weapon at his side. Percy unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled it down. In an instant he was only in simple underwear, which he also pulled off of his legs. Remaining huddled in the corner of his bed.

 

[SinAndDebauchery]

As he watched Percy, the one-eyed pirate unholstered his weapon, but only so that he could disengage the interlocks of his suit and peel the lower section down his muscular thighs. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he was wearing nothing beneath. He rubbed his heavy ballsack, and peeled the sleeve catheter that allowed him to relieve himself out in space off his uncut, fat, horny member. "Damn," he muttered to his comrade, tugging on his flaccid shaft with his left hand, his right still holding his weapon. "These new ninja suits make me feel like a fuckin' space stripper, riding all up in my crack."

"Yeah man," the other pirate concurred, holding Percy's ring up to the light. It didn't interest him, so he tossed it on the bed. He didn't even bother checking the card. What did interest him, however, were the items of underwear scattered through the mess he'd made. In an instant, he too had dropped the lower body of his spacesuit, and was stroking himself with the crotch of a pair of undergarments like a mechanic greasing a component. "I think they make my ass look great though. See?" With his free hand, he yanked the posterior of his suit back up, perfectly framing his taut, muscular cheeks.
"Fuck. I wanna blow a load on your ass."
"Go for it. As long as I get to nail the prisoner first." The one-eyed one gestured to Percy with his gun at that.
"Get over here and start jerking me off, squirt. I'm sure you've had enough practice on yourself out here on your own." All pretense of a check for weapons had been flung out the window.

 

[Lewdark]

Percy had to catch himself from biting his lip as the pirate undressed himself. Especially when the fat cock was revealed. Percy wasn’t exactly what you would consider small. He sported a six inch package himself, but what he lacked in length he made up for in stride with the thickness. But this… beast before him now was simply in a league of its own. Or so Percy guessed. He pulled his knees close and covered himself. Hoping to hide the faint twitches in his dick that now began to build.

Percy let out an inaudible sigh of relief as the ring was discarded. He then looked on in nervous horror as the pirate going through his things undressed and began to molest his under garments. He turned back in shock as they finished their conversation and the request was made. Percy looked ahead at the massive hunk of flesh hung between the pirates legs seemed to stare back. He slid himself forward on the bed as his eyes once again caught the weapon. His employers words rang in his ear “comply”. And he reached a hesitant hand forward. Brushing the foreskin softly. Slow at first he began to run his fingers down the top of the shaft. Then back to the tip with his fingers on the underside of the thick rod. Percy bit his lip now. Face hidden from their perspective. He let his thumb find purchase curving around the large member. As the rest of his fingers wrapped around the top. And he pulled downward. The foreskin pulled back and the scent entered Percy’s nostrils. He felt himself begin to unwittingly salivate. It had been a long, lonely journey…