We could see the Space Station. Gently rotating around its axis. 400 year history, it was massive almost 5 miles across by some accounts, it had to be, since many number of people were using it as a stop station to earth and all. Any number of days you could see aliens on it just living their lives normally, waiting to eventually move on to next part of their journey or to land on good ol' planet Earth.
We docked and while I took my stuff from the overhead compartments I sadly knocked over Pam. While helping him up I bumped my hardening cock into him. It was not noticeable but still he must've felt that. I couldn't care less but still I could feel a light nip on my conscience, he was beet red and I noticed he was looking down my pants. I said sorry and helped him to carry his things off the ship, of course he was protesting. A senior officer doing this is not bad per se, some may frown on but I think mostly that he let me, I could not care less what people think about me though.
We exited the ship just to see few female soldiers. We moved further away from ship dodging around personnel that were working, everybody was acting like we were inanimate objects on the road that obstructed their progress. After ten or so people I managed to bump and knock over two guys. I was going to apologize but they had friends that started to chirp and wanted to start some shit with me for some odd reason. Pam was a good guard and managed to guide me thru them, they saw him and I saw they were enchanted by his exuding femininity. I had a small smile on my head while watching Pam's tight little ass moving and remembering what the men thought. Few hot women were working in station that I started ogling but I managed to follow Pam to our last stop. A personnel station. The guy behind it stared at me. I introduced and took the strip to show him. The man quickly stood up, saluted and dashed further into the back for some reason. The men and women that were around saw this and were looking at me with odd stares.
"I'm so sorry, sir. Please your room is this way." Calling a soldier to escort us to our designated rooms. I started to smile more and more. I won't lie I enjoyed the attention.
Pam and me were left alone, we both entered my quarters, the room was pretty normal. Not big but pretty much enough for few grown men to move about. I threw my two bags on the bed, while Pam was waiting. He saluted when I turned, I did the same, and he left for his own space. As I have slept in the ship, I decided to go search for a meal. The room did not have a kitchen nor one of those portable stoves. I saw Pam getting dragged by 2 of those soldiers' friends I knocked over. I lightly grinned and followed them I wanted to see the surprise.
They led him to a storage room where the big guys waited, they striped him down to underwear. I almost whistled, he WAS wearing women's underwear, so nice. The men noticed the small bulge in his underwear one of the two big guys took a knife:
"This is going to be fun." Horrendous smile on the guys face.
Some men just don't deserve the right to breed.
I put my leg on the wall opposite of me and took Karen out of my boot. She was my trusty blade, Tactical 12 inch survival knife I received from my late father when I entered the army. Pam was screaming when they took their cocks out and started to surround him. I exited my cover and silently approach the biggest guy in the room. I rather violently swung my boot and crushed his balls and cock. The man instantly passed out puking all over himself. While staring at me, two guys started to move while the bigger guy went with a tackle, one side step and I broke both of his knees.
Two remaining.
I held Karen and threw her between the legs of the man that was staring me. Now both men were still as a statue while I approached them and Pam.
"Names!" I just said, while taking their dog tags in my hands and looking at them.
Peter Konway,
Gerrard Stud.
Damn no wonder they were feeling privileged. "Peter, Gerrard." I said they started to shake cocks rapidly deflating. There is something satisfying here knowing that they suffer. Pam still was trembling, while standing naked. "Both of you go away, I see you again near us I'll cut your cocks of and feed them to you. Understand?" They nodded and ran out the storage room naked, forgetting the men on the ground. God this was stupid. I noticed how beautiful Pam was. But now is not the time. Emotional distress 101.
Took my shirt and covered Pam with it. Took him in my hands while he was crying and carried him in my room. He was still shaking like a leaf. Glass of water and some sleeping pills to calm his nerves.
"Sleeping pills no worries," he took it and drank the water without a pause. Soon he fell asleep still crying.
Damn I thought I had it hard. I remember why I was out, I was hungry and wanted to eat something. Cantina was still open let's go there. I told myself. Ladies behind the counter at the cantina were incredibly gorgeous. I suddenly felt bad for not using the opportunity while Pam was in such a state. I shook it off and chided myself. I started throwing food on my plate, way too much for one person to eat in one siting, but I was always a heavy eater, on top of that I was extremely hungry. So by the end I had two plates full of various food. I sat in the middle, and saw 7 soldiers talking that I thought I recognized from somewhere. Two men and five women, I always thought that military might secretly employ models and actors since everybody was good looking, especially service women. Contrary to the movies and TV shows, especially of the older days, the damsel in the distress syndrome was pure fantasy in the army. One woman can stand frontline and center to any one man toe to toe. Now they are not equal but they are equally treated. There are always few punks who think they are pretty manly men and try to grope one of these women, but soon enough they are picking their teeth of the floor.
I continued eating and watching the people siting and talking when someone sat opposite of me on the same table. It was Paul.
"I thought you'd be here," I've never seen him this exited. "Everyone responded to the call, they are coming, meeting with the boss is tomorrow morning 08:00," he stated in military jargon, got to say never was a fan of that distinction but I still use it.