Oceanea Trident: Part I
Unfinished
By: Cell Jay
Note from Pi:
The seven men had all been assembled on a ship several miles off the shore of Puerto
Rico. They were onboard the Research Vessel Syracuse, about to embark on a journey to an
underwater habitat three hundred feet below on the muddy ocean floor. Their purpose was to
examine the Marcellus trench, a relatively small canyon extending god knows how far into the
earth's crust but only spanning 75 feet across and 300 feet in length. The trench was discovered
in October 2003 when the cable-laying ship Arthur Rowsley snagged a fibre-optic cable on the
edge of the canyon. Sonar readings from expeditions sent to examine the trench found that as it
went down, it opened up into a large cavern, almost as if the trench itself were the door to a giant
room. This discovery posed interesting questions: how did this trench form? What was inside the
giant cavern it led into? What manner of sea life existed within it? These questions and their
potential answers led to the construction of a complex underwater habitat to be built by the
Oceanea Organization several hundred feet from the opening of the trench in August 2004 for
use by research organizations and universities to study the trench in detail, provided they pay a
nominal fee for every member they sent.
Recent expeditions to the trench had turned up some interesting readings and finds,
including the discovery of a new species of algae forming on volcanic vents pitted inside the
trench and the fact that the cavern inside seemed practically bottomless. The previous team,
nicknamed 'the warblers' due to their make-up of mostly physicists and geologists, had just
transferred out after examining the makeup of the trench, hypothesized theories on how it came
to be, and took samples of the shelf.
In total there were three teams who were sent down to the habitat every other month on a
strict rotation of twelve days a team in order to study and explore the trench. These teams usually
consisted of scientists who shared a common field. These teams were test subjects, of course,
and were all hand selected by Oceanea to their specifications (in that all had to be physically fit
and mentally stable). They were test subjects in the sense that while the habitat was complete and
operational, it used very delicate and extremely new technology - Oceanea simply wanted to see
whether or not it would perform within required safety parameters given any particular simulated
problem that may arise. As such the teams were expected to test out the facilities, examine the
trench and give feedback before the habitat was officially opened to the world.
This time it was 'the biolo-gits', as so eloquently nicknamed by the other groups, who were about
to be sent down to the habitat.
'The biolo-gits' were at the moment stationed in the cold white interior of the briefing
room onboard the R.V. Syracuse after having flown in from Universities and labs from all over
the world in order to gain information on this fascinating canyon.
They all sat around the icy metal conference table. This was the second time they visited the lab
together; however, things were still fairly cold and professional between them. Some rubbed their
eyes and stared blankly outside the small porthole in the front of the room to the gray sky outside,
others sat on cheap metal chairs and examined the various pieces of fluff gathering on their thin
cotton Oceanea t-shirts and shorts. Their attention was suddenly jolted when Yvonne Peterson,
the operational manager of the Syracuse, opened the heavy metal door and walked into the room.
She was a tall and gangly woman with shaggy black hair and squinting eyes, in her arms she
clutched a green folder defensively and eyed the men sitting around the table. She smiled at all of
them, perhaps a little too long and set down her folder on the table. She coughed and began to
speak in a tinny and quiet voice.
"Well then, I'd like to welcome you all back. I'm sure you all know each-other so lets cut
straight to the briefing. In about thirty five minutes you all will be entering the changing areas in
order to suit up and get ready for the journey down. All your personal belongings have been
transferred down the habitat via the sub Paledos II. When you enter the changing areas, you will
find your Oceanea wetsuits hanging on the wall. You will strip and place them on," she paused,
sensing discomfort within the men. She continued, "after this, you will be taken down to the
habitat, two at a time, and at which such time as you have arrived and decompressed you will be
allowed to change into more comfortable clothing."
Yvonne continued on, explaining instructions on the safe operation of the habitat, the
finds other teams had made, updated information on the trench, communications with the surface
and various safety protocols. She ended after thirty minutes of talking, much to the relief of the
men.
"Well gentlemen, it's time for you all to disembark and so I bid you farewell," she
grinned, "and don't let the bedbugs bite." With that, she sat up, gathered papers strewn about the
table, collected them in her folder, dismissed the men and left.
The seven men entered the changing areas silently as of then their professional attitude
still remained and all basically ignored each-other whilst showering and suiting up, not one
talked to the other. They finished up quickly and headed out to the outside deck where they were
told that each pair except the last three were arranged to go down in the Paledos II with sub pilot
Johnson Levann who would dock with the habitat and start up the decompression process. The
first two of the men to go was Max Basil, a biologist and former diver from Maine and Alex
Chong, a University student from California. Max was twenty eight and was finely chiselled, his
smooth body was bare of almost any hair except for a short brown cut on his head and a shock of
brown pubic hair surrounding his abnormally large member. His bulging muscles were defined
and trimmed and right at that moment, aching due to the cramped quarters of the sub. Alex was a
twenty one year old Asian, he had the smooth build of a swimmer and although he wasn't as
defined as Max, he was certainly nothing bad to look at either. His finely muscled torso, thick
arms and hunky legs were also completely hairless and his smooth, rounded bubble-butt of a tight
ass often caught the attention of both guys and girls back at the university.
After Max and Alex were taken down the habitat and decompressed, the sub returned to
pick up its next two passengers: Bill Davis, a former Navy engineer and Jackson Horne, a recent
graduate of Cambridge who was now studying sea life in Woods Hole. Bill was abnormally
overweight for the mission, but he was chosen by Oceanea to regulate and fix several problems
which had appeared on the habitat. Always authoritarian, Bill was generally shied away from by
the other younger guys on the mission due to his take charge attitude and overbearing demeanour.
His hairy rounded belly had trouble fitting into the skin-tight wetsuit Oceanea had supplied him,
he joked he had put on several pounds since the fitting; however, the tightness of the suit allowed
his nipples often became embarrassingly erect due to the friction of the rubber. His hairy chest
and rough arms were sweating when he splayed himself into the submarine.
Jackson Steele, on the other hand, had no problems fitting into his suit. Jackson was
twenty seven, slightly more muscular than Max and had a face that would make anyone melt.
Generally shy, Jackson was often found studying in a corner or performing experiments alone.
He felt disconnected from everyone else on the team, mainly because he was 'in the closet' so to
speak and had lied about his sexuality on the application form in order to take the once-in-a-
lifetime research opportunity the stay at the hab would offer him.
The last three to go down after all the others was Hans Joong a retired German biologist
and former medical officer, Chuck Kimmins, a twenty-five year old biologist from a Pacific
Research Station in Black Woods California and Greg Smith, a twenty-five year old student
Biologist from Chicago and former professional diver. Chuck was by far the most well built and
well hung of the group and had a body that was fit to be cast in bronze and worshipped. It was
often that Chuck was teased for the size of his uncut member, levelling out at an astonishing
twelve beefy inches when erect; however, this teasing often turned into envy and later lust. At the
moment, Chucks muscular frame and hard abs had to clench tight in order for himself to fit into
the small cabin of the Paledos II and he quickly had to steady himself with his bulging, veined
biceps when he fell rather ungracefully inside. Hans Joong on the other hand was fat and old. At
age seventy-one, Hans was the biological leader stationed on site. His rounded belly, beady eyes
and bright cheeks gave off an air of jolliness and excitement. Of course this was often expected
of Hans who often took sneak peaks at the younger, smoother and well hung crew he would be
taking down the habitat; who often secretly fantasized about licking their rippling muscles and
penetrating their tight dimpled asses with his wrinkled, thick nine inch member.
Greg on the other hand was thin, muscular and lean. His body was slightly hairy and a
shadow of stubble permanently inhabited his striking face. During the last mission, Greg had
made a friend in Max Basil and the pair were found to be well versed in wise-cracks and pranks
onboard the habitat - quite often to the irritation of navy engineer Bill Davis.
Two days after everyone had arrived on the Hab and decompressed, the supply sub came
with extra food, water and batteries for the duration of the twelve week stay on the habitat.
Things had become routine for everyone and the biologists had finally been able to go out and
explore the trench, Alex Chong had even brought in Algae samples from a volcanic vent to test
and analyse. After dropping off its supplies, the sub headed back up to the surface. Weather
reports had shown a storm building to the northeast of the site; however, meteorological data
suggested that it would pass in three to four days, nothing really to worry about. Of course, as a
precaution, Oceanea decided to take the R.V. Syracuse back to port just in case although this
didn't really concern anyone -- it was a routine procedure done by almost all underwater
exploration agencies and the team would not be in danger.
"All clear DeepRes, rising at fifty metres per second," said Levann over the ComChan.
"Copy Paledos II, have a good trip," replied Bill Davis. He swung around in his chair and smiled
at Jackson who was standing beside him.
"Alright, well, supply sub is gone," he sighed.
"What next?" Piped Jackson.
"I think we should get started on analysing more of those readings and samples you guys
picked up yesterday. Jackson, you should go help Chuck in the lab, I'm going to meet with Hans
in the tube."
"Roger sir!" Jackson mock saluted Bill, who looked at him sternly.
"Jackson...."
"You're right, you're from the navy. I should be saying Aye Aye Cap'n"
"I don't like disrespect." Bill stood up, "especially when I'm in a tiny pressurized sphere
three hundred feet underwater with a bunch of smack-asses."
"Jesus Bill, get that plug out of your ass." Jackson said, "I'm just trying to level off the
dark mood down here. I'll be in 3-Sphere with Chuck."
"Alright, go then."
Jackson stepped out of the Comm room and into 3-Sphere to meet Chuck, leaving Bill behind to
fiddle with the equipment. Bill watched Jackson leave with concern; he had a bad feeling about
that kid and if that incident was telling about his overall attitude, then there were going to be
some significant problems.
The Habitat was a unit consisting of three spheres and an upended tube. The spheres were
each two decks high and were connected in a semi-circle which was completed by the tube. 1-
Sphere consisted of sleeping quarters and storage areas; 2-Sphere consisted of a communications
centre, recreational facilities, bathrooms and the main water-entry station; 3-Sphere was mainly
research facilities, a medical centre and a secondary water-entry station. The tube was three decks
high and stood upright, at the top was the Sub-portal, in the middle was a meeting room and at
the bottom was "engineering" as named by the inhabitants of the Hab. Literally, "engineering"
was where the main regulatory controls for pressure, water, lighting and electrical were housed
and was a second home to Bill who was assigned to take care of everything.
Chuck was bent over a microscope with Greg at his side observing his work. At the
opposite side of the lab was Alex who was cataloguing different samples collected by the last
group to visit the habitat. Jackson crawled through a hatch and entered the lab. He noticed Chuck
and Greg at the microscope and walked over.
"What are we looking at?" He asked, peering over Chuck's thick shoulder.
"Well Alex found an algae growth near a volcanic vent on the south side of the trench
yesterday. I'm looking at it now." Chuck said.
"Eukaryotic?"
"Yeah, single cellular, pretty basic," Chuck adjusted the magnification, "but, man, it's
weird, the structure looks pretty, well, spongish. The organisms are mashed together, they have
no really organized form and there are some big gaps."
"Woah, aren't we mister big advanced vocabulary today, gee, 'mashed', that's really
professional Chuck" Greg said sarcastically, Chuck and Jackson ignored him.
"Anything else?"
"I don't know, I'm going to send a sample topside. This stuff is weird, it's obviously
benthic but the structures resemble phytoplankton. It's almost as if they are harbouring together,
forming a mat of some sort, until the current or whatever breaks them off and they go free-
floating."
"Huh."
Jackson looked over to Alex who was shaking his head. Alex looked over to the other guys and
motioned to them.
"Guys, you are never going to believe this," he said.
"What?" Greg said, tapping Chuck on his shoulder to get his attention. The group walked
over to Alex who pointed to a plastic dish.
"I was looking at this stuff, you know, just getting a close look at it with my eyes."
"Yeah, we use something called a 'microscope' for that Alex," said Chuck.
"Anyways," Alex continued, "I breathed on the stuff and, well, you'll think I'm crazy, but
I swear the stuff jiggled."
"Jiggled?" Greg said, looking at the yellow film covering the bottom of the dish, "are you
sure you weren't having a flashback to that Jell-O we ate last night?"
"I swear, I breathed on the stuff and it moved!"
"Well I had detected large amounts of Carbon Dioxide being emitted from the vent,
although I doubt that CO2 would have the ability to make single celled organisms develop
muscle structures and give them the ability to move," Chuck laughed. Alex shook his head,
"you're right," he said, "I was probably hallucinating."
"Whatever the case Alex, you contaminated a large sample and that means we have to get
a new one," Greg frowned. At that moment, the alarms sounded.
All the guys ran into the Comm centre. Red lights were flashing and a screeching tinny
sound was whirling through the air. Bill ran in from behind them and flew across the Comm
centre to the opposite hatch leading to 1-Sphere, he shut it tightly and spun the lock.
"Whats going on?" Said Chuck who was scanning the flashing computer monitors above
his head. Bill huffed over to a computer station and typed quickly.
"We just had a major pressure loss in 1-Sphere," Bill explained "Since the habitat is at a
negative pressure, that means that unless I hadn't shut the hatch to that small corridor leading to
the sealed hatch of 1-Sphere, we would all be the size of pop-cans." He typed furiously.
"What are you doing now?" asked Alex with a considerable note of concern in his voice.
Bill stared at the monitors in disbelief.
"You mean what I was doing," his voice was gruff and serious, he stroked the grey
stubble around his face, "I was trying to increase the pressure in 1-Sphere in order to make it
positive so that the water would be pushed out; however, it seems that the computer system is
fried. I could have done it manually in the Tube, but it's too late now. We've lost 1-Sphere."
Chuck studied the monitors showing the images from 1-Sphere, they were all static. He
turned to Bill, "Bill, 1-Sphere is completely flooded. Do you know where Hans and Max are?"
"Hans is in Engineering with Max. I should have told them to adjust the pressure controls
for 1-Sphere, damn. By the way Chuck," Bill growled, "I do not appreciate being called by my
first name. Down here I'm in my element and as such I should be called 'sir'. You got it you little
runt?"
"Uh," Chuck was unsure whether Bill was serious or whether he was joking. He decided
to play it safe, "yeah, okay."
Greg had been monitoring the screen outputs, suddenly he saw another pressure drop.
"We've got another one!" he yelled excitedly, "this time it's in Engineering!"
"Shit," Bill muttered, he quickly got on Comm and radioed Hans. The entire habitat
shuddered.
"Hans? Max? You guys there?" Bill yelled into a nearby microphone
"Yes, Bill, both Max and I are doing okay," it was Hans, "we were just, my goodness, I
don't know, there was a pop and all of a sudden water started rushing in. It was so fast, I - well,
we managed to get up to the middle of the tube. We're pretty wet but -"
That's when the electricity went out.
Red lights sputtered on, shedding an eerie glow around the room. Another set of lights
came to life and brought the room back into a natural colour. Bill was still at his seat, the
computer monitor in front of him was black. The rest of the guys were scattered around the cold
metal floor either sitting or standing. Alex was leaning against a wall with his arms folded, he
stared at the lights.
"Lights on." Alex said.
"No shit sherlock," replied Greg.
Silence returned. Suddenly, the hatch to 3-Sphere opened. Hans emerged out of it along with
Max. Both were covered in dirt and slime. Both were shivering. They exited and collapsed on the
floor.
An hour later, everyone had gathered together in order to discuss the current problems
onboard the hab. Everyone was seated around the dining table, nursing cups of coffee. Bill stood
up and began to speak.
"Well, I think it's fair to say that we have experienced a catastrophic failure in the habitat.
Communications are out, engineering, our sleeping quarters and the main storage bay onboard
are all out. We have enough air for four and a half days, enough food for four days if we ration,
we have plenty of water considering that the water tanks are in 3-Sphere, and enough backup
generator electricity to last five days if we shut down all non-essential systems. I won't beat
around the bush, we won't be rescued until at least five days from now and unfortunately it's not
going to be fun or comfortable."
"Systems are heavily damaged. Luckily most are computer and comm based, nothing life
threatening. However, our heating systems are malfunctioning. Basically, it's going to get really
hot in here very soon."
"Why don't we just shut them down?" Jackson said.
"Well, for one, if we do that then we'll freeze to death. Down here, it's better to be hot
than cold. Now, official procedures in emergencies like this deem the person with the most
official experience to be the head. This means that I am automatically taking over this entire
mission, as of now it is a rescue operation, no longer scientific. At the moment, the Hab is
extremely volatile and for that reason, all personnel will have to wear required wetsuit gear in
case of another catastrophic failure where we may have to wear diving gear inside the hab. This
shouldn't be a problem since all of our personal clothing and belongings were in the now flooded
1-Sphere."
"If worse comes to worse, there is an emergency escape sub housed under the tube;
however, this sub is only capable of carrying two people. I don't want to elaborate on this much,
but basically it would be straws. Whichever two won would be given the 'keys' to the sub
hatch."
"Does she have a leather interior and standard AC?" Alex joked. Bill stared at him,
"Look you little punk, we're in a pretty god-damn serious situation and I don't need any
little smart-ass comments from pricks like you so smarten the hell up."
"Christ Bill, what's gotten into you?" Max said quietly
"You want to know what's gotten into me? I've been doing all the fucking work around
here while you smack-asses have been dancing around with your worthless little experiments. As
far as I'm concerned everyone here, except for Hans, needs to grow some balls and get some
brains in their head."
"Hey! Fuck you Bill," shouted Greg, "I got a couple of big ones you can suck here" he got
up and grabbed his crotch.
"You asshole," Bill growled, "I'm going to throw your fucking egotistical ass outside into
that fucking worthless shithole in the ocean you pansies have all been on about. Now sit down
and shut up, unless you want to show everyone here your technique for getting a big dick up your
ass." Bill was pissed, and Greg sit down reluctantly. "Now, unless anyone else has anything cute
to say..." Bill paused, scanning the men surrounding the table, he was met with silence, "...you
are all dismissed. Go hit the showers and change into your wetsuits or some sort of swimsuit."
Alex was in the Commons room, staring up at the ceiling. The hatch to the research lab
above him was open. He started up the ladder and flipped the lights in the room, what he saw
amazed him. Yellow mats covered the entire north wall of the room. Strings of a ropey yellow
substance hung down from the roof and dangled in the air. It was hot and stuffy, condensation
was forming on the glass cabinets and metal walls. The heaters must have been going full blast.
"Jesus Christ," Alex gasped as he looked at the yellow wall of algae facing him. The
outlines of equipment could been seen through the dull yellow algae. It had only been six hours
since he had left the lab, but this...this was an incredible rate of reproduction. Alex sniffed the
air, it smelled weird, it was musty and sour almost like sweat. He decided he would examine the
phenomena after showering and changing, besides, if the hatch to the lab was closed, the stuff
couldn't spread. It was water based so any spores would lack the ability to fly through a lighter
atmosphere which was why it was limited to only covering immediate areas around it.
Alex left the lab, descended back into the commons room and headed for the showers where he could
hear the chattering of the rest of the guys. Unfortunately, due to ignorance for proper procedures,
Alex didn't completely seal the hatch to the lab. Within minutes, the sour air started to perforate
the habitat.
Hot steam filled the changing areas and created a slick film of moisture on everything and
anything. The sound of splashing water, talking and laughing could be heard from the showers.
Bill Davis entered the changing room, he grimaced. Those damn bastards, he thought, always
leaving their dirty stuff lying around, expecting someone to pick it up for them, Christ, they're
adults and should be able to take care of themselves. Grudgingly, Bill chose an area away from
the filthy clothes and started to get undressed. He took off his Oceanea t-shirt to let his big belly
and fat pecs to flop out. He rubbed the hairy surface of his stomach admiringly, stroking his hand
along the heavily tanned skin. He continued to undress, shoving down his cotton shorts, exposing
his heavy thighs and hairy calves. It feels good to be naked, he thought, and it'll feel even better
to feel some hot water streaking down his skin.
Bill entered the communal showers. Immediately any talking or laughing among the men
ceased and everything was silent except for the sound of the water hitting hot flesh. Bill took a
spot close to the end of the line and began to soap up his hairy body. He looked down the line of
men and felt a twinge of admiration, or was it something else?
They all stood there naked. Their muscular bodies glistening under the running water.
Their flaccid cocks hanging limp between their legs. Bill suddenly snapped out of it, Jesus I'm
looking at other guys naked he thought, I can't do that. He focussed on the metal wall in front of
him. He continued to lather himself up and scrub his hairy belly, but once again his eyes
wandered, this time to Chuck who was rubbing his body with soap. Bill ran his eyes from Chucks
smooth chest and big pecs down to Chucks hard and muscular six pac abs which shined under a
film of water and soap. Chuck reached to adjust the water temperature and Bill drank in Chuck's
enormous trunks of arms and their veined biceps. God, Bill thought, this kid has got it going on.
Bill continued to stare at Chuck's chiselled, smooth abs and continued down to a thick patch of
hair and - Christ, was the kid hard in the shower?
"Chuck godammit," Bill said, his voice echoing in the showers. Chuck looked up from
lathering his incredibly muscled body with foamy soap and stared over to Bill.
"What?" He said sheepishly
"Get that fucking hardon down or else get the fuck out of this shower before I kick your
ass." Bill yelled. Chuck looked down and became sheepish.
"I...I'm not hard" he replied. Bill looked down and saw that Chuck was right, the young
fucker had a dick that hung down at least eight inches flaccid behind which hung billiard sized
balls all surrounded by a mound of stringy black pubic hair.
"Christ kid" Bill said, feeling slightly inadequate of his own six-inch-when-hard cock.
Chuck nodded slightly and quietly returned to rubbing his body down with soap. Bill looked
forward again, but his eyes wandered once again to Chucks incredible body. Bill resumed
exmining Chuck's cock: it was uncut and very thick. A red head peaked through a bit of the
sheath. Bill continued down to Chuck's thighs which were slabs of meat and thick muscle.
Chuck bent over to wash his calves and Bill got a view of his ass. Damn I'd like to fuck that tight
puckered hole and feel those tight, firmly muscled cheeks surrounding my cock, Bill thought. He
was half tempted to go over there and start ass-humping the kid right then and ther- ah fuck, I'm
getting a godamn hardon he thought. Fuck, he said to himself, why the fucking hell did I have to
get placed with all these godamn muscular hung guys: they're fucking distractions. I don't need
these fucking well-hung muscle god types making me feel inadequate about myself, fuck, I just
want to show them and their cocky attitudes and maybe ram one of their tight asses.
"Bill?" said Greg
"Fuck Greg, you call me Sir!" replied Bill, turning to Greg,
"Sir, yeah, uh, better keep it down" Greg said, pointing to Bill's obvious arousal.
Bill looked down and saw that his six incher was standing at attention, it's bright head leaking
pre-cum. Bill stroked it and looked over to Greg. Greg, he thought, a real smartass. One of those
swimmer types who always stared and judged anyone less than them. Greg was no different, his
body was tight and well-defined, his muscles bulged whenever he moved and Bill figured his
cock was between the eight, eight and a half inch length when hard. Right now the little fucker
was grinning at the little revelation. Fuck, Bill thought, I'm going to go over there and teach that
muscled fucktard a thing or two.
"Gotta hand it to ya sir," laughed Max, referring to the way Bill was stroking his member.
Bill got red in the face, his big belly trembled. Max was no better than Greg. Max was leaner, but
he had another fucking great body which teased Bill with its finely defined muscularity, Bill also
noticed the thick meaty beef hanging between Max's hard legs. Ah, he thought, another
motherfucking cunt who wants to pathetically show up this daddy with his 'perfect' body
glistening under hot water and steam with his well hung cock dangling beneath his hard abs and
pecs. Well I'm going to show these fuckers what it's really like to mess with daddy.
"I want all of you to get the fuck out," Bill growled. Alex, Chuck and Jackson headed out
quickly. Max and Greg looked over at Bill and turned to leave. Suddenly, both felt a heavy hand
rest on their shoulders.
"So," Bill said "You assholes think you're really smart?" He turned them around and
grabbed their big dicks in both hands. "Nice pieces of equipment you got here fellas'." Greg and
Max looked at Bill with concern; however, their dicks became hard.
"Looky here then, got that blood running by my rough hands eh boys? I'm going to teach
you two a lesson. Get on your knees, both of you."
Almost instinctively, Greg and Max kneeled their hot bodies in front of Bill's large wet
belly and hard dick.
"Lick it." Bill said
"Lick w...what?" said Max.
"That's 'lick what SIR'. I want you to lick my belly," he grabbed Max and positioned him
to Bill's bulging stomach, "and I want you fucker to suck my dick." Bill grabbed Greg and forced
him to Bill's raging man-meat. Greg wrapped his mouth around Bill's dick and slowly bobbed
his head up and down from the glistening tip of Bill's cock all the way down to the hairy end of
the shaft, burying his face in Bill's thick forest of curly brown pubes, all the while stroking his
big veiny eight-incher. Max on the other hand was standing over Greg and bent over to lick Bill's
hairy belly. Max' long tongue lathered Bill's naked stomach with glistening saliva, and curled
Bill's body hair into swirly designs. Bill moaned and started to pump his hips into Greg's face.
Greg became aware of this and moved with the rhythm, taking his mouth off of Bill's cock and
using his tongue to tease the underside, covering Bill's meat with strings of drool. Rubbing the
glans with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh yeah, keep sucking...yeah" Bill said. Max moved up on Bill's fat belly and started to
bite Bill's nipples, making them pink and swollen. Bill reached behind Max's muscular frame
and grabbed his compact ass and started massaging it. He moved his chubby fingers slowly
towards the centre of the clenched butt and then took one hand away to start to jack off Max's
hard nine inch sausage, running it along the shaft, feeling the soft flesh and the hard veins. Bill
was in ecstasy, his dominance had finally paid off and the hot muscled fuckers finally knew that
he was boss. His hand slipped up and down Max's fleshy shaft, his fingers began to probe Max's
tight hole and that hardbody Greg kept on sucking Bill's meat with his warm wet mouth.
"Oh shit, that feels so fucking good, keep going, uhhh," Bill said.
Warm wet mouth, Bill thought, those musclegod fuckers still don't realize that I'm boss. I
think I still have to prove myself. Sure, they're sucking my cock and worshipping my body, but
inside they are still laughing and being jackasses.
Bill shook his head, trying to clear it. He felt as though there was more he had to show
them, more that he had to teach them. He slapped Max's ass and began to push his finger in
deeper, Max moaned and salivated over Bill's nipples. Greg stopped sucking and began to lick
Bill's incredibly hairy balls, massaging them with his tongue. He took them into his mouth and
started to suck on the wrinkled fleshy orbs.
See?! Bill told himself; that big dick bastard Greg stopped worshipping my cock and has
started on my balls. I didn't tell him to stop, he still hasn't figured it out yet, that prick.
Warm wet mouth. Fuck, why do I keep thinking of that? God, I'd love one of them to eat
out my ass. Warm wet mouth. Eat ass. Jesus Christ, again? Concentrate Bill, concentrate! You
are a man of the Navy, you don't take shit from no one except for that fag lieutenant Smith -
Fag. Fag. Jesus fucking Christ! I have two guys LICKING me! FUCK!
"Get the fucking hell off me! What the hell are you doing?!" Bill screamed and pushed
off the two muscular guys servicing him, throwing their naked glistening bodies to the floor.
"I...I...don't know, was I just sucking your balls?! Shit!" stammered Greg. Max was busy
spitting out hair and rubbing his ass.
"Get the fuck out of my sight you pansies," Bill said. With that, the two guys filed out of
the communal showers and into the changing rooms. Both got dressed in their wetsuits in silence,
only giving each-other disgusted looks. After they left, Bill got into his Oceanea wetsuit. He
thought things over and decided that it was best to not mention the incident to anyone, it was not
something he was proud of and he definitely wouldn't want word of the event to spread.
Bill's nipples hurt, it felt like someone had bit them. It was the damn wetsuit again. He
wrestled his way out of it and looked around his locker for something more comfortable. All he
found was an Oceanea Speedo.
"Well, I have to wear some kind of swimwear," he said "'sides, I've got a good looking
body." Bill jiggled his belly and slipped the Ocenea Speedo on over his flaccid cock and dangling
balls. It was tight, but it worked.
Alex came out of the shower feeling slightly intimidated and concerned, he had never
seen Bill act that way. He quickly fit into the Oceanea wetsuit and dried his hair. Walking out to
the commons room he noticed that the hatch to the lab on the ceiling was open and the lights in
the lab were on. He climbed up the ladder to the Lab and poked his head through, the air was
even more thick than before and there was a yellow haze in the room. Flourescent lights flickered
under yellow slime...everything, almost everything in the room was covered in a thick mat
of...of...something. Ropes of yellow streaked down from the ceiling and brushed against his face
leaving a sticky residue.
"Holy shit," Alex exclaimed. This stuff was serious, it kept spreading and spreading...at
this rate he figured it would take over the entire interior of the hab in two days. They had to get
out of there or else...well, damn, he thought, I don't know if this stuff is dangerous or not to
organic life forms and all my equipment is covered in those thick mats of algae. Alex stared in
awe around the room at the totality of the organism. Suddenly, he felt a cold slimy hand on his
shoulder. He spun around quickly and screamed.
"Oh! I'm sorry m'boy, I didn't mean to scare you. Are you alright?" It was Hans, whose
face was smeared with some of the thick yellow slime. He still hadn't changed out of his
Oceanea standard cotton uniform which seemed to be stained with globs of algae. He grinned at
Alex, who was panting in the semi-darkness of the room.
"I didn't see you there Hans," Alex said after regaining some composure, "why are you
up here? Why haven't you changed?"
"Ah, well, I came up here to study some of that Algae you found and, well, when I got
here I found this," Hans motioned his wrinkled hand around the room.
"As for why I didn't join you in the shower, well, I peeked in and saw that Mr. Davis was
being his 'usual self' again with you men and I decided to take the opportunity to study this
algae. I also prefer to shower by myself, as you can see, my body is not exactly...well, how would
you put it..."
"Fit? It's okay, no one really cares," Alex said.
"Indeed, well, it's one of my little quirks I'm afraid." Hans replied. Alex nodded.
"You've got some," Alex motioned to his face showing where the slime was on Hans'
face.
"Ah, yes, thank you," Hans said wiping the much from his cheek.
"We should probably tell the others about this, I can't help but be panicked about it, I
mean, this stuff is reproducing at an incredible rate!"
"Oh, I don't think we need to worry, it's not dangerous to humans."
"How would you know that?" Alex asked
"Well, I...I...did some, uh, tests."
"What kind of tests?"
"Oh, nothing of importance. The basic fact is that this stuff is not harmful to humans."
Hans said. Alex remained unconvinced and was about to confront Hans when Bill called from
below. Hans made his way past Alex and down the ladder, leaving the student to comprehend the
immensity of the forest of algae covering the room.
They were all scattered about 2-Sphere, most lying on the floor, some sitting in chairs. All
were sleeping. It was lights out and everyone was exhausted from the day. Alex had positioned
himself next to the water-entry station. It was cooler down here than upstairs, the sound of the
water lapping against the sides of the entry portal was relaxing and Alex wanted to be as far away
as possible from that Algae growth in the lab. Like most everyone else in the habitat, Alex had
decided against wearing the wetsuits - they were simply too hot and too uncomfortable for the
conditions onboard. Bill allowed them to follow in his step and soon almost all except Hans had
put on Oceanea Speedo's. Alex was snoring as he slept on the grated floor; he was face up and
his tight body rose and feel with each breath he took. His Speedo had a considerably big outline
bulging on the side and his well muscled body shone with sweat and water in the dim emergency
lighting. Alex groaned, the outline grew larger and began to tent the rubber of the Speedo.
"Yeah, aw fuck..." Alex moaned, he began to pump his hips in the air. He was dreaming
about the shower he had earlier in the day except showering beside him was his old girlfriend
Hannah. Fuck, he thought, she is so damn sexy. She cupped her hands around her round breasts
and played with her nipples as the hot water coursed down her luscious body. Alex kept pumping
his hips into the air, his large thick member flopping up and down in the fabric until it burst from
the top of the Speedo and exposed it's swollen head to the cool air.
"I want you," Hannah said.
"I want you too," Alex said, as he imagined Hannah walking towards him. Although
something wasn't right with her, something was changing...her body it was almost as if it wasn't
Hannah, it was...it...it was Bill?
The water in the water-entry station began to ripple, a dark shape came rushing to the
surface. It burst through and coiled itself in the air. Soon, two more came to join it, and all flexed
and bent towards the floor, searching for something, using their suckers to feel the cold metal.
The tips of the tentacles bobbed up and down on the cold surface until one found the soft flesh of
a human thigh. It quickly ran it's way upwards to discover a rubber fabric and tight muscles. The
other two tentacles whipped over to their new found discovery; which at that moment was
groaning.
"It's okay Alex, you know you want to." Bill said, exposing his hairy ass to the muscled
Asian. Alex groaned and imagined himself pulling and stroking on his thick eight inch tool all
the while shaking his head in defiance.
The tentacles explored the new body and covered it with a thick slime. They poked and
prodded the muscular frame and one tore off the fragile Speedo surrounding Alex's beef. It
explored this new region and grabbed hold of Alex's big dick and began pulling on it softly. The
tip of the tentacle reached the head of the meaty cock, placed one of its suckers on the piss-slit
and began sucking; it was soon rewarded with a drizzle of pre-cum which leaked down the veiny
shaft to the tentacles holding it at the base.
One of the other tentacles came back to this sensitive area and also began exploring. It
found a dark crevice in which there was a tight hole. The tentacle excreted more thick slime on
it's bright pink tip and inserted itself in-between two mounds of muscular lumps. It probed the
rectum and pushed its way up, it's salivating suckers clinging to the inside of the pink manhole.
"Fuck Bill!" Alex groaned in his dream as Bill fucked him in the ass. The whole
experience felt so real! Alex never realized what Bill was doing could feel so good! Shit, he
thought, I like the way this is going.
The thick tentacle probed deeper into Alex's ass and started to move in and out softly,
excreting more slime to lubricate itself. The third tentacle, meanwhile, was caressing Alex's hard
body: it rubbed his nipples, salivated over the perfect definition of his solid abs, wrapped itself
around his frame, felt along his large muscled arms and soon joined the other two tentacles by
slowly rubbing and massaging Alex's balls. The tentacles almost seemed to be aroused by this
incredible male specimen, as their suckers salivated and excreted more thick ropes of mucus onto
the chiselled body they caressed. Alex continued to moan, he bucked his hips forward and back
into the tight grip of the tentacle on his cock, his ass clenched as the other pink tentacle slowly
fucked him, his large balls shivered while being caressed by another pink tentacle; Alex was in
ecstasy.
Christ, he thought in his dream, this is way to real! I've got to cut it out and get out of
here! I can't be doing this! I'm...I can't be fantasizing about Bill, I mean shit, I've got a
girlfriend!
Alex awoke with a start. He sat up suddenly and shook his head. He was laying on the
floor, completely naked, his throbbing dick laying in a large pool of pre-cum on his hip. Alex
rubbed his muscular chest and discovered that it was completely covered with some sort of thick
transparent slime which smelled like...like...
"Dead fish? What the fuck?" he whispered quietly. His entire naked body was covered by
thick ropes of the slime which draped over him everywhere; his hard abs, his slabs of thighs even
on his compact ass.
"What the hell happened to me?" Alex said out loud, backing away quickly to the wall.
He noticed that by the entry-pool his Speedo was shredded, pieces of fabric were strewn about
the floor. Alex quickly got up to towel off the mucus coating on his nude body and when he did,
he promptly collapsed again.
"Is there anything else you can tell me Alex?" asked Hans, staring at the Asian lying in
the medical cot. When everyone had awaken that morning, they found Alex in the water entry
room lying naked on the floor with his shredded Speedo suit nearby. It seemed that Alex had
passed out cold for some reason and was covered in a sort of mucus like slime, "almost like
transparent placenta," one of the guys had remarked. Immediately Alex was taken to the
examining room where after some smelling salts were applied he woke up and told everyone
about what had happened. Since Hans was the only person onboard with actual medical training,
he was assigned to interrogate and treat the Asian.
"Well, I was going to go get a towel to wipe whatever the hell that stuff on me was off
and when I got up...well, it's sort of embarrassing but well, it felt like someone had ripped me a
new asshole - literally. I mean, it hurt like nothing I have ever felt before and I suppose the pain
was too much and, well, I went unconscious." Alex said reluctantly.
"I see. So, how are you feeling now?" Hans replied.
"I'm better since that medication but it still hurts. I also noticed something else, well,
uh..."
"Yes. I'm here as a medical professional, you don't need to worry about anything you say
to me, it doesn't leave these walls."
"Well when I took a piss, I mean, well, it really, really hurt like hell. It felt like there
was...there was some sort of blockage in there," Alex nodded to the area of his crotch covered by
a sheet, "almost as if something had been put in there. Jesus did it hurt, like pissing fire." Alex
said. Hans swivelled around in his stool to a shelf behind him containing various notebooks on
medical conditions. He chose one and flipped through it for a minute and finally rested on a page.
He read out loud from the book:
"Okay, okay. So, urine has been passing through?"
"Yes, although painfully."
"Alright," Hans said, crossing out the word 'Stricture' in the book. Hans continued, "have
you noticed any blood in your urine?"
"Well," Alex hesitated, "yeah, sorta."
"What about small particles?"
"No, no, it just feels like something is constricting me in the middle of my..." Alex
nodded to his crotch again.
"Alright. This is interesting," Hans put the notebook on his lap and took off his glasses,
"I'm going to be frank with you, there is a chance you could be experiencing Kidney Stones
although if you haven't been experiencing any particles in your urine and your urine stream is
going smoothly than there is also a fairly good chance that you aren't," Hans cupped his hands,
"however, the symptoms you have described point to some sort of Hematuria."
"Hematuria?"
"Blood in the urine usually meaning that there is something irritating the urethra or there
is some blockage of some sort. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to...well,"
"Yes?" Alex became wary
"This is going to sound painful, but I'm going to have to insert a metal rod into your
urethra to...well, widen it and possibly clear whatever blockage is constricting your urine flow."
"Jesus..."
"I apologize. I cannot administer a local anaesthetic because I'm afraid most of those
were in storage in 1-Sphere. You'll just have to grit your teeth m'boy." Hans looked grim, but
Alex could see that there was something else behind the old man's eyes. Alex weighed the
choices: if Hans didn't 'insert' than he would probably have to experience mind numbing pain
for the next four days...and if there were complications..."
"Have you made up your mind?" Hans said, Alex nodded.
"Yeah, alright, but be careful."
"Good. I will start the procedure immediately." Hans got up from his chair and went over
to a nearby cabinet. He opened it up and pulled out a rod from a small box, he held it up to his
eyes and examined it. Shaking his head, he placed the rod back and pulled out another one. It was
relatively thin and round.
"Why do we have those down here?" Alex asked wondering why the medical station was
so equipped.
"We don't. These are used for braces and supports in case any of you broke your wrist or
something." Hans replied distantly.
"I see," Alex said, feeling nervous. Hans took the rod and placed it on a counter. He
turned on the sink, washed his hands with soap and put on some gloves. He took a bottle from
another cabinet, poured an unidentified liquid from it onto a piece of paper towel and rubbed the
shiny rod with it.
"Sterilization," Hans said, "we don't want any infections due to uncleanliness," he
grinned. Alex felt even more nervous. The old man seemed a bit too happy to be performing this
operation. Soon Hans finished up and came over to the cot.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to expose you," Hans said, "and in order for maximum
efficiency, you will have to become aroused."
"Ah shit," said Alex quietly. Hans threw the covers off of the cot, exposing Alex's naked
body. The old man admired what he saw in front of him: the gorgeous muscular frame of the
Asian laying in front of him, those tight abs and big pecs. Hans quickly focussed on his work,
drawing his eyes down to the thick meaty cock laying lazily to one side, a pool of liquid oozing
underneath the big head,
"Alright, lets get started," Hans said.
"Uh, Hans?" Alex piped up, stopping the old man just as he was about to grab hold of
Alex's big dick.
"Yes," Hans said slightly frustrated.
"I'm afraid, well, you aren't really what I would call cause for arousal."
"Very well," Hans sighed impatiently. He knew the kid was right, he needed something to
get hard. Hans got up and walked to the small commons area. No one was around. The sound of
the shower could be heard and Hans headed over there. Inside the shower was Jackson...Jackson,
the loner guy. Jackson hadn't really been part of the group, he was always by himself, ignoring
the others. Hans didn't like this attitude, neither did Bill. Both suspected that there was
something wrong with him.
"Jackson?" Hans yelled through the sound of the shower. It stopped and Jackson emerged
from the steam wearing an Oceanea Speedo to Hans's disappointment.
"Yeah chief?" he said, water still dripping off his muscular body.
"I need to...well, arouse Alex. Would you by chance have anything that may...induce
this?"
"Me? Well, uh..." Jackson hesitated, "I know Greg brought along some 'magazines' if
that will help. He has them underneath a table in the commons area." Jackson nodded his head to
the hatch where Hans just emerged.
"Alright, lets get them," Hans said. Jackson headed into the commons area, grabbed a
table, tilted it and gathered up a couple of Hustler magazines.
"Good, come with me please." Hans said, Jackson shrugged and followed the old man
into the medical bay. He saw the naked Alex laying spread out on the cot.
"Yikes, Alex, you look like shit."
"Yeah, and I feel like it too." Alex said. Jackson couldn't help but stare at the naked form
in front of him but for some reason wasn't aroused. Although Jackson was gay, he found himself
finding something missing from the sight in front of him that would have ordinarily stimulated
him. This is one of the most perfect guys onboard, Jackson thought to himself, why am I not
attracted to him? He shrugged and threw the magazines onto Alex's chest. Alex glared at him.
"I'm afraid you will have to hold those up," said Hans nodding to the magazines, "my
hands will be busy and I don't think Alex will be in any mood to hold onto anything."
"Sure," Jackson said reluctantly. He picked up the magazines, walked to the end of the
cot and opened up the centerfold for Alex; it didn't come apart too easily. Greg must have used
this one a lot, Jackson thought.
"Alright Alex, once you are erect we will begin." Hans said. Alex nodded and
concentrated on the girl in the magazine, thinking about how he would like to fuck her and how
he would like to feel her body. It didn't work, his big dick lay limp on his hip. He sighed. He
shifted his gaze to Jackson's body, Jackson's smooth hips and arms, Jackson's nipples, Jackson's
strong jawline and blue eyes. Alex moved his sight down to Jackson's crotch where he noticed a
considerable bulge in the tiny Oceanea Speedo and the wisps of chestnut brown pubic hair
poking above the hipline.
Alex began to be aroused, his cock twitched and then shot up straight, revealing it's big
eight inch length. He groaned quietly. Hans turned around and smiled as the muscular Asian
became hard. Hans took the metal rod and placed it at the glistening tip of Alex's pink head.
"Are you, are you ready?" Hans said to which Alex responded by slowly shaking his
head, eyes closed.
"Too bad," Hans replied, "we have to do this."
Jackson looked away from Alex. He began to become concerned, no longer was he just not
aroused by the gorgeous hunk in front of him, he was becoming repulsed! What is going on, he
thought, just a week ago I was fucking guys and now I can't even look at one without becoming
grossed out? He stared over to the opposite wall of the medical bay and noticed a swimsuit
calendar; a blonde headed and well endowed bikini-clad female model was bending over a hot-
rod of some sort, her eyes beckoning to the camera. Jackson felt a throb in his Speedo.
"Oh shit," he said softly.
Hans was salivating, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Alex writhed naked on the cot. Hans
decided that it was time, he pushed the metal rod inside the tight slit and applied a tiny bit of
pressure on it, forcing it down. Alex groaned, his muscular body became tight, he clenched his
hard abs and grabbed the sides of the weak mattress.
"Fuck! Take it out! Take it out!" He yelled, Hans ignored him and pressed the metal rod
deeper into Alex's big meaty eight inch cock. Alex began sweating, his body soon became
covered in a thin film of greasy moisture. Hans pressed farther, he was halfway down the veiny
shaft and had so far met little resistance. Alex bucked in his cot, he started to pump his hips
slowly. Hans noticed this and began to move the rod up and down, urethra fucking the moaning
Asian.
"Yeah, fuck, keep doing down...keep going" Alex said, his eyes closed, his writhing well
muscled body glistening under the flourescent lights. Hans pushed the rod deeper into Alex's big
cock until...
"Aha! I think we have found it!" He moved the rod back and forth, Alex screamed and
using the might of his large thick arms he tore stuffing out of the cot's mattress violently. His
body tightened even further, his hot muscles burned and strained, veins popped up to the surface
of his smooth skin as he fought to endure the pain. Hans had a feeling that he had got a hold of
the blockage and so he pulled out the rod from Alex's engorged dick which violently spasmed
and pulsed.
"Interesting..." Hans said, examining the tip of the rod. Alex lay on the cot, his naked,
sweaty, muscular body exhausted, his big cock flaccid and red, his fleshy balls ached. Alex
moaned and rubbed his dick. Hans smiled.
"Thank you Jackson, that's enough," He said, turning around to dismiss Jackson;
however, Jackson was already gone.
"Alex, I'm going to analyse this...this thing. You get some rest. I'll send someone in to
check on you later," Hans said. He stared at the piece of white flesh at the tip of the rod. The
piece of flesh itself was very small, minuscule almost, but embedded inside it was what looked
like a small tooth. Hans knew exactly what it was from, it was from the sucker on a tentacle.
Jackson had run out of the medical bay in disgust. He considered himself to be fairly
kinky when it came to sex and fetish but this change which had come over him, he just couldn't
believe it. The level of repulsion he felt when he saw Alex lying naked on the cot and the arousal
he felt when he saw that bikini-calendar was something he couldn't believe: all his life he had
known he was gay but over the course of only two days it seemed that his sexuality had been
flipped. Were those nutjob right-winger fundies right? Was his sexuality really something he
could change and control or was there something else at work? He became concerned and
decided to investigate what was going on. His first stop: the flooded 1-Sphere.
"Fucking assholes," Bill said. He was stationed in the meeting room in the tube watching
Chuck, Greg and Max talk amongst themselves nearby. Bill was pissed, he was seriously pissed.
He hated all of them, the fucking cocky bastards. Always laughing and talking, making snide
remarks, teasing him with their incredible bodies and enormous meaty dicks. They were always
showing him up, flexing their muscles, grabbing their crotches and whispering about his big fat
stomach. It was enough to make you sick. Bill decided he had enough, he decided to take some
action and show those punks who was boss; he strolled over to the guys.
"Hey boys," he said, staring at each one of them in the eye. They all became silent. Chuck
stared at the floor, they all tried to ignore Bill. Typical, he thought, just because I don't have
ripped abs and a big dick, they think that they can ignore me.
"Hey Bill, have you found out the source of that smell yet?" asked Chuck. The smell, of
course, was that of the algae - it had permeated the entire habitat and had been lingering in the
air for almost a day.
"What did you say?" Bill growled. Chuck was hesitant.
"Uh, I asked you whether or not you found out where that smell was coming from."
Chuck said. Bill glared at him. Suddenly, Bill threw Chuck against the wall and came up close to
him.
"Listen you little shit, I've told each and every person on this damn habitat that I am to be
called 'sir'," Bill drew his unshaven face near to Chuck's, "and I will NOT stand for anything
less than that. Down here, I am Bill, you got that punk?"
"Yeah...yeah sir" Chuck stammered, Bill slid his hand down Chuck's incredibly muscular
body, feeling every taught muscle. He ended at Chuck's enormous bulge and squeezed it tightly.
"So unless you smarten up, this big cock of yours and your smooth balls are going to get
squeezed into oblivion, you with me?" Bill whispered. Chuck nodded. Bill let go and walked
back to the other two.
"Anyone else want to disrespect me?" Bill said, looking over at Max and Greg. Both
looked away from him. Figures, Bill thought, both are pansies and wouldn't want to stand up to
me. Hell, he continued, they probably fuck each-other witless every night with those big cocks of
theirs. Fucking assholes, think their dicks are too good for me huh? I'll show them.
"Well sir, maybe that smell is coming from your ASS" Max said in a sudden burst of
indignation. Greg and Chuck looked over at him and mouthed the word no.
"What did you say you prick?" Bill turned to Max who suddenly realized his error.
"I...I...said," Max stammered and looked to the other guys for support, but they were
already gone.
"I know what you said." Bill said hoarsely. Oh boy, he thought, that little musclegod
fucker is going to pay.
"Fuck you Bill," Max said in a last defence. This was the final straw for Bill. I'm going to
show you, he thought, I'm going to let you eat my dick and then I'll eat yours, yes, I'll eat
everything.
"Suck it," he said and forced Max down to his knees.
END OF PART I.
(Yes, trust me, a lot more stuff will happen in part II.)
Questions? Comments? Angry tirades? Send them to me at Jayw9990@hotmail.com
Thanks for reading.
Sorry about the formatting, but I don't have time to fix the pagination of 17 pages right now.
You will also note that I don't believe there's any vore in this chapter. Hopefully there will be some in the next.