TauAlphaFour

No 1

The year was 6395 of the galactic trade authority and it was a bleak year as any. The intergalactic military post TauAlphaFour was one of the many guarding the rift of space between the last few scattered space stations of the Human Alliance and the violent alien race known to humans as the Chikqtuc, named after the sharp consonant sounds of their language. TaurAlphaFour floated in space like a large greasy meatball, constantly oozing a gravy of coming-and-going military transport ships and space trash that was thrown out the airlock. The station was a giant sphere of metal-alloys and plasti-steel that contained over four-hundred separate units. Littering the outside are military-grade voyagers and blitzers forming a rough circle. Quartered inside where the conscripted soldiers of the Human Alliance, called to fight until death, to protect the last remaining of the civilian human species from the Chikqtuc.

Ensign Silas was just another grunt caught in the great turning wheels that churned at the whims of the Central Committee, the foremost political council on leading the human species. To the best of his knowledge, the council remained in power by hyping up the constant desperation of the human population coupled with their extraordinary ability to legislate a large number of decrees which only served to soothe the population into thinking things would get better... but only after their rations of cornmeal had dropped by 2oz. To conserve water all water-producing taps were replaced with Council-issued valves that reduced the flow rate to a single drop per second.

At some point there had been a decree passed to regulate the amount of breathes per minute a person was allowed to take in order to save oxygen. Which sounds logical if you don't know that the machines in one single shuttle could create enough oxygen for the entire human race off the trace water-vapor found in space, water as of itself was also neither rare or scarce. Silas supposes he should be thankful seeing as the military was allowed a generous 30 breathes per minute due to their strenuous training exercises, as opposed to the allotted civilian allowance of 18.

The new decrees for the lunar cycle were as listed: Another decrease in rations for chewing tobacco, decrease in pepper, increase in allotted time for recreational electronic charging by 45 seconds, decrease in flour rations. A degree that proclaiming that any leather objects must be surrendered to the Council in exchange for government-issued replacements, to help with the short-supply in the military. Not that Silas remembers seeing anything leather his whole time in the military.

The degree that caught his eye: "The Central Committee decrees that all females of childbearing ages 18-55 must register as trying for child with at least one male for the further continuation and of the human species. Offenders will be taken into custody until they complete their duty to humankind."

He had only heard whispers and laughs about it from other soldiers, teasing aimed towards him. But the general belief that was it was too insane to be legislated.

Silas was an unusual man to say the least. Although he looked, and felt, like any other red-blooded male, by some lamentable twist of fate he was born female. He started taking male hormones at the age of 16 and once it was clear at age of 18 he was functioning on par with the rest of the boys he was conscripted along with the rest of the males into the military for the betterment of the human race (or something like that). The only life Silas knows is living as one of the male-conscripts bound to die in some freak alien attack with his finger on the trigger.

The rest of the men knew, due to the close communal quarters and showers it was old news to most but the new recruits, who always were surprised at shower time to see a pussy among the dicks being waved around and measured. Any other men who had a problem with it got over it fairly quick, being on the losing side of a war with an alien species tended to make people rethink their priorities.

And any of the men that gave Silas shit for it got their asses handled. Silas may have been born female but he wasn't a pushover, and after five years of his mandatory conscription and training at the base had left him strong. Five years was longer than about half the recruits last, most get killed their first couple years serving.

He also had a suspicion that the personnel at medical had been more than generous with the male hormones he had been receiving. Medical at the base tended to be shady, either new doctors with no experience, or the more experienced ones who were interested in conducting research experiments that were too 'speculative' to be allowed in a civilian colony. One of the older surgeons seemed a little too eager in convincing him to pursuing surgical sex reassignment, the same doctor who was notorious on base for drastic experimental surgeries, sometimes with amazing outcomes, and other times leaving soldiers disfigured and crippled.

Silas had not had sex for those five years because he didn't want to appear weak. He was not too happy it looked like he was gonna have to entertain at least one man in the near future. There were already more than a couple men who would be more than happy to pleasure him and fill his "man pussy" with their cum, as he was told on multiple occasions. He always had harbored more attraction to men than women but, if anything, spending so long living close quartered in deep space with the machoism of young, military-aged males who thought the galaxy orbited around their dicks was a massive turn-off.

Despite the perpetual darkness of deep-space, it was still the morning and Ensign Silas walked to the mess before morning training. After he received his morning allotment of salty grits and watery orange drink from the atomic food production unit, he sat in a corner by the mess, and was quickly approached by a large dark man known as Denver. Denver was one of the older recruits, arriving only a couple months after Silas did here, he was known for his brute strength and height but also his calm demeanor and internal sense of morality. The living embodiment of 'speak softly and carry a large stick.'

"I read the boards this morning. So I'm coming to tell you, I'll make it worth your while. I won't be one of those pricks that are gonna close their eyes and think of a big titted bitch. I only fuck men and I consider you as much of a man as any, and I'd l love to play with that pussy of yours if you let me."

"if that's what you've come to tell me you can leave now," Silas said. Denver strode away tall and proud out of the mess hall. Silas hated this, any small amount of respect and camaraderie there was between soldiers was washed away and they would approach him like he was a piece of meat. Silas appetite was suddenly gone and he started to leave, not before a group of new recruits started whistling at him.

"Looks like Silas got himself a big black stud to breed him, I guess it's too late for us, boys," the tallest said while laughing, the rest of the group cat-whistling from across the cafeteria.

Their training was even more testosterone fueled and territorial than normal. Most men didn't seem to be interest in the idea of Silas' requirement of government mandated sex, about a tenth of the men were extremely interested and took the decree as permission to tell him the many ways they would satisfy him in bed. One even going to say that he would let Silas fuck him first with an item of Silas' choosing. Silas had to admit that offer was pretty tempting, and didn't make him feel so alone in being fucked (no pun intended) about his current predicament.

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Silas approached the office of his direct commander. It was unheard of for a soldier of Silas' lower status to visit the office of a commander, but Silas supposed there was no way around it. He knocked before entering.

His commander was a matured man in his forties, still strong as fuck with a few strands of salt and pepper among a light brown short-military cut hair. A prominent scar cut across his right cheek where he had been injured in a hand fight between a Cikqtuc soldier, that was legendary among the conscripts.

"What brings you here, Ensign Silas?" said that man in a commanding tone, although the ensign had the suspicion he already knew why Silas had come.

"To do my duty for the Committee, Sir," Silas replied, somewhat warily. With that he undid the buckle of his pants and let them fall to his ankles, giving the commander a nice view of his large clit jutting forward, out from his hairy lips and the furry trail above it. The commander frowned.

"You should be choosing among the other ensigns. They're going to think you're getting an easy time or special favors for this- and you're most definitely," the older male said loudly.

"I don't want to deal with them. Either you're going to fuck me right now or it's not happening and you can write to the Committee saying you failed to perform when I attempted my duties."

Silas went from standing in front of the commander's desk to turning around, kneeling on the chair in front, spreading his legs and bending forward over the back of the chair, giving him a good view of his spread pussy.

Everything was silent for a couple seconds, Silas couldn't see his commander from this spot and assumed he had just made a giant fool of himself. Then he felt it- his commander's fingers spreading his pussy lips open for a better view of his hole.

"I wasn't expecting this, but I won't lie and pretend like I've never thought about giving you a good fucking when you came here right off the barge."

The fingers started teasing the entrance of the hole, putting a delicious pressure on his entrance without penetration.

Then suddenly the hands pulled away,

"Ensign Silas, as far as the Committee is concerned, I will vouch that you have completed whatever they wanted from you. You have already done your duty to society in serving the military, if our mankind is doomed to extinction we will be doomed whether or not you decide to spread your genes."

"I figure that I'm probably infertile from the hormones, but I really wouldn't mind receiving what you have to offer," Silas responded, licking his lips. His untouched cunt felt too hot and he couldn't help but crave to be stimulated from the inside.

He let out a small moan when he felt the hand return, rubbing the length of his now engorged clit and down to finger around the entrance to his hole, now glistening with wetness. Whenever Silas got extremely horny, his cunt seemed to have a mind of its own; his mind was overcome the primal need to be fucked and filled, he felt dumb and desperate. Which is what he'd later blame on begging for his commander's cock like an animal in heat instead of shutting up and leaving.

"Fuck me, I wanna feel your cock inside me," Silas egged his commander on.

The trans male suddenly felt thick arms wrap around his waist, pulling his pussy to rub against the hard tent erected in his unit commander's pants.

"For a man you're awfully desperate to be filled up. Although I don't blame you, this is just how you were made when you were born, just like how I was made with a dick to fill up hot, wet cunts like the one you have," replied the deep voice of his commander.

Silas drew in a quick breath when he felt something enter him, it felt painful and sharp as it rubbed deep inside him, in a good way.

"God you're so tight. No wonder you brought yourself here to beg to be fucked. I bet your cunt hasn't been stretched since before you came here. You've been torturing yourself with by denying your base instincts despite being surrounded by a bunch of idiots with hard dicks,"

With a yelp, Silas was roughly moved around and pushed on his back on top of the large desk, that may have actually been real wood, tablets and such flying.

His commander's head was suddenly between his legs, and all he could do was cry out and grab two-handfuls of the salt-and-peppered brown hair, while he felt a strong suction on his clit. The older male held the small structure in one place with his teeth and licked back and forth roughly with his tongue.

Silas screamed, it was so painful yet at the same time it was more pleasure than he felt in his entire life, it didn't even compare to the many times he had jerked himself off for the release. The commanders mouth stayed focused on his depraved torture of the smaller man's clit, paying no attention to his increasingly desperate pussy, his hole sopping wet and leaking slickness down his butt and onto the desk.

The ensign let out an involuntary moan- he had felt so full and in pain/pleasure with just the commander's fingers, how would it feel to take his cock? He wanted to feel the rough pleasure as deep inside of himself as possible, he was desperate to feel himself stretched and twitching around the cock, he craved the thought of the man's warm emissions releasing deep inside him.

Finally the mature male stopped the pleasurable torture of the other's sex.

"It looks like you're ready," he said, two fingers teasing open the entrance to Silas' slick cunt.

Silas couldn't help but clench down and resist the feeling of the impossible girth trying to bore inside him. It felt like the commander was trying to fit a square peg in a round hole by force alone.

He heard the older male's baritone voice vibrate through his body, "Relax or this is going to hurt more than it needs too," he felt calloused hands rubbing his nipple and a hand grabbing around his throat.

The trans male could not relax too much at the feeling of the hot dick pushing at his entrance, but for a second he was distracted enough for his pelvic muscles to relax a bit, and that was the very moment the commander slammed his cock deep inside him in one smooth motion. It hurt like hell with all his internal muscles contracted unconsciously in vain effort to expel the intruder.

A warm tongue was sucking and kissing on his ear, "Relax," said that deep baritone voice. The painful contractions inside his cunt around that unbelievably big, hard, male organ were starting to let up.

"Good boy," rumbled that baritone voice. "Finally listening to your superiors, I should get you a metal."

The commander slowly rocked his hips out and back inside Silas, he let out a loud moan. Being penetrated felt like nothing else, waves of pain and pleasure that were impossible to be distinguished.

"If you want me to stop, tell me now. Because I won't be able to stop myself from breeding your cunt from here out," the older man nearly growled out at him.

"God- don't fucking stop fucking me," Silas moaned.

Silas could tell when the man was about to release, he suddenly went from being somewhat in control to rutting inside him like an animal, punching Silas's cervix with the head of his cock in deep, forceful thrusts. It made the trans man wild, pussy clamping down and contracting in pleasure around the man's dick. The hardness started twitching and pulled Silas even closer to tantalizing release.

He knew his commander had finished when he felt a hot sensation swell up deep inside him. The older man stilled above him, groaning softly, pulling out slowly.

Silas could feel the warm cum dribble out of him and he was so close to orgasm himself it was painful. He concentrated hard on preserving the feeling, for when he could go back the barracks with what little free time he had and jack off.

He squirmed away from under his superior to grab his pants and leave. Not exactly following the protocol of being dismissed by his superior but, somehow, he knew the man would let it slide.

"Did you cum?" the salt-n-pepper commander asked frankly, the man's dark brown eyes staring straight at him.

"No," Silas replied truthfully. He'd never orgasmed from direct penetration alone, probably never would either.

"If you're not done here, then get back here," the commander patted the now-empty spot on the table where their fucking had knocked over everything.

"I haven't played with a pussy in a long time, and considering you have the monopoly of that here, it would be a big mistake to let you leave unsatisfied," the commander explained.

"Fuck," Silas said out loud, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and even more turned on seeing the commanders eyes look down from his face, to where he could feel a dribble of cum leaking down his leg.

Before he could think too much, he led himself over to the table and bent himself over it again, exposing his messy cunt and hard clit to his superior.

"Good boy," came the reply in a husky voice, filled with arousal.

Immediately he felt the commanders mouth around his clit, sucking it hard and stimulating it quickly with his tongue. His arousal was once again starting to peak.

He felt a couple fingers push past the entrance of his cunt and stimulate his from the inside, circling on the spot that made his toes curl.

Silas couldn't help but try to move his hips in time with the fingers fucking him, and he was starting to see stars. The thing that pushed him over the edge was the older man grabbing ahold of his hair and pulling at the same time Silas was being fucked by his mouth and fingers.

He came with a moan, and cued the older man to stop.

The commander went from lightly fingering and spreading his pussy for his own pleasure to patting his ass.

"Ensign you're dismissed," the older man said with a laugh.

Silas felt embarrassed enough about the sex he quickly retrieved his pants and retreated quickly towards the door. Before he made it out completely he heard the commander say,

"Ensign, if you can be discreet about it, I would enjoy seeing you here again sometime. Maybe next time we'll even make it to my cot."

Silas felt his face flush as he quickly did up his pants and hurried outside.