As the armored battlecruiser hurtled through space, its captain stood proudly on the command deck, hard at work on his highest priority mission: fucking the ship's mechanic. With a territorial growl he bent the slim young man forcefully over the front bank of control panels. Gripping the mechanic's hips with one vicelike glove, the captain drew his other hand back and slapped that pretty little ass. He watched his favorite pet squirm and shift his weight from one leg to the other, his soft whimpers muffled by a panel of knobs and switches right up against his face.

Next the captain reached around the mechanic's chest, groping for his sensitive nipple, judging how close he was by how badly his sub trembled. Finally his fingers closed on the hard little bud, tweaking it roughly, pinching and pulling. The smaller man gasped and his hips bucked backward, seeking the captain's body against his. The captain did not comply.

Instead, he slipped his hand between the young mechanic's legs and gave the other's thinly covered cock a squeeze. He was rewarded with a dribble of pre-cum that leaked right through his fucktoy's spandex uniform. Lustfully he tore the cloth away, spread the pink ass cheeks beneath, and inserted a finger into the puckered little rosebud between them. When his mechanic cried out in pleasure, he removed the finger and crammed it into his lover's mouth, making him taste his own anus.

The captain straightened his broad shoulders and took back his hand to unzip his pants, freeing his own thick member from its confines. He stroked it once, twice in his strong hand, letting his hunger continue to grow. Just as he aligned the bulbous head with the young man's asshole, the spaceship rocked and all the lights flickered out.

"WHAT HAPPEN?" the captain bellowed, enraged at the interruption of his pleasures.

The trembling mechanic raised his face from the control panel and cried, "SOMEBODY SET US UP THE RAPE."

"WE GET SIGNAL," added the communications operator, who had been masturbating frantically to the sight of the foreplay on the command deck. He adjusted himself, coughed, and ordered, "MAIN SCREEN TURN ON."

The screens facing the captain came to life, displaying the formidable figure of CATS, the most vicious Dom in the galaxy. CATS glared at the crew through one gleaming red eye; the other half of his face was covered by a cybernetic implant.

"IT'S YOU," exclaimed the captain, fiercely returning the other's gaze.

CATS smiled grimly at the bold captain and his pet, loving the fear he saw flash through the mechanic's eyes. "HOW ARE YOU MANWHORES!" he asked scornfully, not pretending for a moment that he expected an answer. "ALL YOUR ASS ARE BELONG TO US. YOU ARE ON THE WAY TO SUBMISSION."

"WHAT YOU SAY!"

CATS smirked at the captain's shock and indignation. "YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO KEEP ANAL VIRGINITY MAKE YOUR TIME," he explained smoothly, and gave a cold laugh before he disappeared from the screen. "HA HA HA HA ..."

"CAPTAIN!" the operator gasped, his forgotten cock now dangling limply in his lap. The question was clear: what would the captain do? What could he do? CATS was a monster who wanted to dominate everybody; he loved nothing more than breaking the minds of his sexual partners until they were no more than slaves.

The captain took a deep breath. Even if he could not stand up to CATS forever, at least he would not allow that bastard the satisfaction of deflowering him. He would have to choose one of his own crew to take him first.

"TAKE OFF EVERY CLOTHES," the captain ordered his ranking officers. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DOING. REMOVE CLOTHES. FOR GREAT SEX."