by Tony
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Chapter one:
At the outer rim of our solar system, Vance Hardy piloted the small spacecraft effortlessly through the asteroid belt just past Pluto. His co-pilot Dylan monitored controls and checked gauges and made sure the ship had little or no problems with navigation until they were able to get back to spaceport. The first mate, Jordan, a young cadet fresh out of the Space Corp, looked numbly through the 8-inch thick, plate glass window out into open space. Their mission was a simple one. The outer colonies had been attacked repeatedly over the past few weeks by aliens, for lack of a better term. And aliens, in fact, is what they were ... beings that stalked the outposts of the United Planets Federation.
No one had ever seen the Kamellans and lived to tell about it, but that was the name tagged to these aliens. The Kamellans had attacked the outpost of Colony 434 on Pluto, and left a message (in English, strangely enough), of who they were and what they wanted. And what they wanted was for all colonists to leave the area immediately or be dealt with severely. Captain Hardy was simply in the area to scout for survivors leaving in life-pods (if there were any) and safely transport them back to spaceport to recuperate before the long journey back to Earth.
"Captain Hardy, have you ever seen a Kamellan?" asked Jordan inquisitively, "I hear that they have horns on their heads, and three eyes. "I've even heard tales about big leathery wings and even crocodile-like skin on some of them."
Captain Hardy looked at Jordan strangely and said he'd never seen one and never hoped to see one. Their jobs were to simply rescue the wounded and get them back to Federation space safely and securely ... that's all!
"Well, I hope we do see some. I'd like a chance to kick their scaly asses!" snapped Jordan.
"Whatever," replied Dylan. "Just sit there and look bored and shut up! I'm tired of hearing you talk about the academy and what you did in flight-training simulations and how you're gonna blow all the Kamellans to hell and back. Just make sure you read the in-flight manual. And when you finish it, read it again!"
Jordan said nothing and looked out the window again. He didn't want either Captain Hardy or Dylan Collins to know that he was just trying to put on a show for them. He secretly had a crush on Dylan (though he was a jerk most of the time) and definitely something more for Captain Vance Hardy. Vance was clean cut and very handsome. Just his type. He knew he could probably be kicked out of the Space Corp for having homosexual thoughts about his crew, but he was completely smitten with Vance but dared not tell him. He especially had a thing for Vance's feet. His fetish for the male foot was not something he shared with anyone, and though Dylan's foot was a cool size 10, Vance Hardy had a size 12 ... and he could only imagine how those wonderful feet smelled. He'd dreamed of having Vance smear those size twelves all over his face and body. He'd even had a few fantasies about Vance and Dylan working him over with both sets of feet. GOD that would be heaven!
But enough of wishful thinking, he stared at his manual and kept his mouth shut. After two hours of fruitless searching for signal flares and distress calls, Captain Hardy decided that there were no survivors from outpost Colony 434 and decided to sweep past the dark side of Pluto one last time before heading back. All of the sudden the matrix board in front of Dylan started flashing and beeping madly.
"We've got incoming!" yelled Dylan. "Something is coming in hard and fast from Sector 19."
"Any idea who it is? Is it one of ours?" asked Vance.
"No way ... this thing is way faster than anything we've got." Replied Dylan.
Before they could alter course or even make the entry into the Flight Log, a jolt shook the whole ship. Jordan slipped form his chair and got up quickly before Vance or Dylan realized that he wasn't wearing his chair's safety restraints. While he was on the floor he got a quick view of Vance's space boots and got back up.
"What the hell was that?" Jordan asked with true fear in his voice.
"Got me, but whatever it was, I don't like it." Dylan remarked.
Another jolt shook the ship and Vance attempted to reverse the engines and pull away.
"We're held fast, I can't do anything!" Vance snapped.
Just then, Jordan noticed a shadow outside the window. "Oh my God, look outside!" He said.
They all looked in unison.
"What is it?" Vance questioned.
"A very large vessel, Captain Hardy. It appears that the vessel was hiding on the dark side of the planet. They were waiting for us sir!" Dylan said shakily. "We're in some sort of stasis field or tractor beam. That's why we can't pull away sir. They appear to be drawing us in. Dylan stated, trying to remain calm.
"It's gotta be the Kamellans sir, we have no ships in the fleet that are the size of this one!" Jordan said, trying to sound unafraid.
"What do we do?" Dylan asked.
"We do nothing. It's all we can do. We can't radio another ship because we're too far out from Spaceport, and we have no control of the ship. So we have no choice; we wait." Vance explained.
Chapter two:
The ship containing our helpless space crew had finally been pulled completely inside the Kamellan vessel and had docked next to a huge door. There was silence both outside the ship and inside. The fear of the unknown was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. Finally Vance spoke up.
"No matter what happens, we can't divulge the location of spaceport or Earth. If the Kamellans get that information, they could launch a full strike against us ... and possibly wipe us out in the process. I'll do all the talking. I assume that since they've left messages on outposts in the past, they understand English."
No one answered Vance, but he knew they understood. Suddenly their tiny ship shook again and they noticed that a huge corridor sliding from the wall of the alien vessel. A wall that had attached itself to the hull of the ship. Within minutes, the outer door of the ship had been breached and all within the ship was suddenly dark.
"What's happening?" Dylan asked.
"They've cut through the hull and the main door and they appear to be waiting on us to make the first move." Vance said, with no sign of fear at all in his voice.
Jordan admired the way Captain Hardy still maintained a level-headed stance ... even in the face of certain death.
"Come on," Vance said, "let's go see what we're up against."
They slowly made their way to the hull and on down the corridor. At the end of the corridor, a large room waited for them. The room was completely empty. They stood close together--Captain Hardy in front. Dylan and Jordan right behind him. Suddenly the massive door opened and the startled Earthlings got their first look at a Kamellan. Two of them actually. There were no multiple sets of eyes or legs or arms. There were no horns, no huge fins, no wings and no hooves. In fact, the Kamellans looked remarkably human. The only differences between them and our frightened astronauts was the slight greyish hue of their skin and the fact that these two aliens were over nine feet tall.
"State your names earthlings!" Said one of the Kamellans. "I said, state your names!"
"My name is Vance Hardy. I'm captain of this vessel you've brought aboard your craft. This is my crew--co-pilot Dylan Collins and first mate Jordan Matthews. Why have we been abducted? For what purpose have we been brought here?" Vance demanded.
Silence.
Said the other alien, "We ask the questions and make the demands here!"
The first alien slowly approached the trio and raised his hand. Dylan and Jordan stepped back, but Vance stood his ground. The alien gently brushed Vance Hardy's cheek.
"We are not a barbaric race. We are actually quite peaceful and empathic," Said the alien as he looked down at Vance. "We do not want war with your race ... we just want you to leave this section of the solar system."
"Why?" said Vance. "Why should we leave? And how is it that you speak English anyway?"
"The answer to both of your questions is really quite simple. You should leave because we were here first, quite frankly. We have lived here for millions of your Earth years and we will continue to live here. As for how we came to know your language, that too is simple enough to answer. When I said we were an empathic race, I meant it literally. With the merest touch, we absorb your thoughts, your feelings, your customs, your fears, and yes· your language. We know all about you. We know where Earth is located and where your space station 'the SpacePort' is located as well. We have not attacked you because, like I said, we do not want war with you and your kind, but we do what we need to do in order to survive. We are simply curious about you. As you are of us! My name is Piemock and this is Lostros."
Lostros suddenly stepped forward and gently ran his massive hand down the cheeks of Dylan and Jordan as well. Piemock did the same and smiled slightly to himself. Lostros also touched, ever so slightly, the arm of Captain Hardy as he passed.
"Your race is an intriguing one," said the alien. "Very intriguing indeed. We have not met another race like you."
"What have you done with the colonists?" Demanded Vance. "Where are they? Have you killed them?"
"The colonists are content to live among us. We have shared the gift of our touch with them and they have decided to stay among us, just as you are welcome to stay among us, if you wish."
"Uh huh, I don't buy it. That's bullshit," Said Dylan.
"You may see for yourselves after a bit." said Lostros. "But first, let us share with one another, your secrets. Your fantasies, your dreams!"
"No way! You're not fucking around in my head!" screamed Dylan, and he started to back away.
"There is nowhere for you to go, young Dylan. And besides, we can prove what we say is true."
"Like what? Why don't you tell us something that only we would know about ourselves, huh? How about that?" screamed Dylan.
"Very well," Lostros said. "Dylan, we'll start with you. You seduced and had sex with your best friend's sister on your 17th birthday. You had the second highest scores in inter-planetary flight navigation in your class and you have so high a regard and unrelenting faith in your Captain Hardy's abilities as a captain, that you would follow his orders to the letter and would even die for him. And you Captain Vance Hardy, feel responsible for the death's of your parents at such a young age, even though it wasn't your fault and you know it. You have no greater love than that of being a Captain in your United Planets Federation and you've also been lying to your crew for the last year and a half about your non-existent girlfriend. You have no female friend and are in reality, a homosexual. And as for young Jordan, he may have the most bizarre thoughts of all. He is extremely afraid of dying in space ... cold and alone, but loves his position as first mate on a starship. He was adopted as a child and longs to know his true parents, and he has an unquenchable desire and a lustful fantasy to become a slave at the feet of the two of you. He has even entertained thoughts of licking and smelling the feet of Piemock and myself!"
"That's bullshit! That is complete and utter bullshit!" yelled Dylan. "I mean, your saying that Jordan's some kinda foot fag and Vance, the greatest Captain this fleet has ever known, is gay! That's just bullshit!" he said again.
Vance stepped forward slowly, head bowed low, and put his hand on Dylan's shoulder.
"It is true, Dylan. I'm sorry. I know how disappointed in me you must be ...I· I'm just sorry, so very, very sorry."
Dylan paused and said nothing. He stood there for almost a full minute and then he turned and faced Vance. "But you're a great Captain. I could never be disappointed in you. I didn't know you were gay ... it took me by surprise. I'm sorry too. I don't have a problem with it ... it'll just take a bit of getting used to I guess."
The two hugged and shook hands and looked over at Jordan, who had said nothing through the whole ordeal. He stared blankly at nothing, swaying side to side ever so slightly.
"Jordan, it's okay." Vance said. "Don't worry about it. We're all still friends here. In fact, I feel a bit liberated now that I'm out of the closet, as it were. It's okay."
Vance made his way over to Jordan and hugged him tightly. "It's okay, do you here me? Don't worry about it. C'mon Jordan, talk to me." Vance insisted.
"You must hate me. Despise me. You think I'm a dirty person." Jordan replied in a tiny, shaky voice.
"Not at all. C'mon now, Jordan, it' gonna be okay. Vance said.
"I can't help it you know. It's just how I'm made. I can't help it."
"I know, I know. It's okay. It's okay Jordan. Really, it's all gonna be okay."
They held one another and rocked each other slowly back and forth. Dylan watched from where he stood and came over slowly to where the two men stood holding one another. He, tentatively at first, put his hand on Jordan's back. He then gave in, and hugged the other two men as well.
"We're gonna be fine now. It's gonna be okay." Dylan whispered softly.
Chapter three:
"We apologize for the pain you feel at this time. We too, feel your pain, and know that your anger and sadness run deep." Piemock exclaimed. "We will help to ease your suffering, if you would allow us?"
The three men looked up at the massive alien and simply smiled.
"I think we're gonna be okay." Vance said.
"Jordan, what can we do to help you? We meant no harm from our hardened dialogue. We wanted only to show you the truth."
Vance quickly spoke up. "I would like to help Jordan. He is my crewman and my friend. As his Captain, I would like to fulfill his wishes."
Jordan looked blankly at Vance, not knowing what to say. "If he'll have me and still wants the gift of my feet, he'll have it."
Without looking to the aliens for approval, he turned to Jordan and simply smiled. "Will you allow me the grace and dignity to make you happy?" he asked.
"You don't have to do this. I'm okay now, really." Jordan said.
"I know you're okay. I'm okay now too." Vance pulled him close to his chest and kissed Jordan passionately on the lips. "Let me do this for you. Please." He said not taking his eyes from Jordan's.
Vance pushed down on Jordan's shoulders ever so gently and Jordan slowly sunk to his knees. Jordan knelt before his captain and gently began to remove his boots. He pulled off Captain Hardy's boots and set them aside. He lay on the floor on his stomach and slowly began to sniff and lick ever so delicately, the dark-socked feet of Vance Hardy. He started at the toes and sucked and nipped slightly. Jordan raised up the left foot and licked the sole and heel. He rolled over on his back and allowed Vance to step lightly on his face. Jordan relished in the smell and taste and was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Vance slowly moved around so that he stood over Jordan. He kept his foot in Jordan's face and was glad that Jordan was enjoying himself. He almost had a sense of peace within, knowing that he was making Jordan happy.
He removed his foot from Jordan's face an applied it to Jordan's crotch. He pressed down on Jordan's cock and could feel the swelling member beneath him. Jordan sat up and began pulling the socks off of both feet with his teeth. He savored the aroma a moment and then began to lick and kiss both feet. Vance pushed Jordan back down to the floor with his foot and kept his foot on Jordan's chest. He unzipped his pants and started to remove them. He brought his other foot down to Jordan's face once his pants had been removed.
Vance adjusted his now swelling cock, and let Jordan lick and suck and kiss at his feet as he pleased. While Jordan was kissing Vance's feet, he felt something else on his cock. He raised the left foot of Vance off of his face and set up just enough to see Dylan's socked foot sliding up and down and over and over his cock. Jordan just smiled and looked up at Dylan.
"I thought you might like it." Dylan grinned down at him.
After awhile, both Dylan and Vance had taken turns stepping on Jordan, rubbing their feet in his face, allowing him to lick them and kiss them. Jordan was truly in heaven.
"Might we also join you?" Came the booming voice of Piemock. "We know that Jordan wishes it, but we will not intrude without his consent."
Jordan was excited at the thought of the aliens joining in. They had huge feet. At least 18 to 19 inches long to go along with their massive 9 to 10 foot bodies. "Yes, I think I'd like that very much!" Jordan said happily.
Dylan grabbed both of Jordan's arms and held them up and placed a foot squarely on Jordan's face. Vance grabbed his legs and held them up as well and placed his foot on Jordan's crotch. The aliens had removed their boots and sock-like garments and stood by watching. Lostros walked up and placed a huge foot down on Jordan's chest. The foot looked remarkably like a human foot, though a bit hairier. He smeared it around, lightly touching the erect nipples on Jordan's chest. Piemock came forward and placed his foot on Jordan's stomach. He moved it slowly around Jordan's stomach and Jordan was very close to exploding. He had held his excitement in as long as he could. Without so much as a warning, Jordan exploded in wave after wave of hot cum. His cries of joy still muffled by Dylan's foot planted firmly over his face. When it was all over, Jordan felt a love and kinship unlike any he had ever felt before with anyone.
"Oh my God, that was the most incredible experience I've ever had!" Jordan gasped. "So what do we do now?"
"You are welcome to stay with us. To live among us like your fellow colonists if you wish." Lostros said. "We know you have questions and many concerns. We can tell you the truth, and that is all." Piemock continued, "Yes Vance, Jordan does love you, and will stay with you. We see it in his heart as surely as you feel it in your own. The alien said.
"And yes Dylan, there are female colonists here with us as well. We know that is where your true interest lies!" Lostros exclaimed. "Jordan is grateful for your part in making his fantasy come true. We hope you all will stay but, should you choose to leave, you will take with you, what you've experienced... said Lostros. "We only ask that you respect the gifts we've bestowed upon you if you do choose to go back to your own kind.
With that said, all three earthlings looked to their alien hosts and expressed their feelings truthfully for perhaps the first time in their young lives.
"I think I speak for all of us, when I say I think we'd like to stay with you!" said Vance. And with that said, the aliens stepped aside and allowed the Earthlings to walk on past them into the body of their vessel. A new life together awaited all of them, and they looked to it with awe, vigor and fascination.
