Realistic Personal Report (RPR) — Entry #193
Spaceship — Galactic Neander
Position — 31,620 Astronomical Units from Earth
Direction — LHS 1140 b - Cetus Constellation
Speed — 50% the speed of light
I entered the aeroponics bays of the Galactic Neander at 7:02 pm, spaceship time. The place was already deserted, everyone making their way to the Community Circle for the speed celebration. After a constant acceleration of 1G that lasted almost six months, our ship had finally reached its cruise speed, which would remain like that for the next eighty years.
My shift was supposed to have ended two minutes ago, but of course, a worker had requested a security officer at 6:56 pm, so here I was.
I walked down the corridor until I reached the entrance to the thirteenth bay. I scanned my hand on the electronic panel, the door unlocked, and I entered.
The food system onboard always impressed me. Endless rows of UV-lighted crops. I could see the roots through the plexiglass, being sprayed by the nutrient-filled water. With the dozen bays, each containing these endless rows, there was enough to nourish ten thousand people three times a day.
Well, it seemed that no-one was here. I almost left when I saw some movement in the back, next to the entrance of the lab.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, officer. I called you by mistake." The young guy—well, my twenty-year-old boyfriend—was smiling, handsome in his aeroponics suit. His blond hair was golden under the UV-lights.
"Jaime! You can't call me like that. We'll get in trouble."
"You're too serious, officer. Your shift is over, and there's no-one here except me. Everyone else is in the Com."
I knew this little game of his. He would make me come here, knowing I was too frigid to do anything and would play with me until he won. This time I would surprise him. Let's man up.
"I will have to place you in custody, young man."
"Oh?"
His reaction made me hard. As usual, he became all red-faced and that was beautiful. I wanted him now and there.
"Please follow me in the office there, I have to process you."
"Y-Yes, Officer."
Our bodies had found a perfect rhythm these past few weeks. But I wanted more without scaring him. He had confessed his fantasy recently, so know was the time to please each other.
"Why do you want to process me in the office? Why don't you take me to the Security Department?" He asked.
"We need to be alone."
"Oh. So you're going to abuse me?"
"I'll give you what a young man like you needs to behave properly."
"Do you like rough stuff, Officer?"
Fuck, yes, I like rough stuff. "Yes. But I'll never hurt you."
"You can be rough without hurting me, Officer."
"And you, what do you like?"
"I want a soldier who fucks me hard."
"Oh?" I had never heard Jaime talk like that. It felt weird, yes, but entrancing at the same time. Come on, Michael, your boyfriend wants the soldier in you, act like one. He continued, still without looking at me. "Do whatever you want with me. Dominate me and take care of me."
My cock nearly burst through my pants. I pushed him in the office where he ran the quantum computer dealing with the food production, and placed him in the middle.
"Remove your clothes, boy."
He paused and obeyed, his little bubble ass and his bulging cock a perfect vision under his white briefs.
"Stand in front of the desk."
