Making of a Starship Captain Ch. 07

"Maybe," Mike smiled weakly. Cherry glared at him again.

In truth, Taylor was attracted to Andrea... but felt she was much too pretty for him. Just as Cherry was. No, he wasn't good enough for attractive women like Cherry and Andrea. However many sex lessons Sarah Blade gave him, he would never be good enough for them.

Ernie Maslarov turned back to the Chinese twins. "So, do you guys have girls waiting for you, back in China?"

The twins exchanged glances. "Yes, we have-"

"A girl."

"A girl? One girl? For which one of you?" Ernie asked.

"For both of us," said one of them. "We always do everything-"

"-together."

********

Sarah pressed her lips against Taylor's. "Yum," she said, as he ground his lips against hers. He really was becoming an excellent kisser. But now he was about to take the next step and become more. Much more.

"Are you ready for your next lesson, Mike?"

Taylor nodded, a smile on his lips. All resistance was gone now, as Sarah knew it would be, once he had had sex with her. Having tasted the honey pot once, he was now addicted to return to it again and again.

Taylor lifted his arms obediently. But nothing happened.

"No, Mike," said Sarah, smiling inwardly. "You can't expect the woman to undress you. You're not a baby."

"Oh," said Taylor, feeling embarrassed as he lowered his arms.

She touched his arms. "One of the sexiest things you can do is to undress your lover."

Taylor reached for her blouse. Sarah put a hand on his wrist. "Slowly," she said. "Take your time, lover."

She whispered for Taylor to kiss and touch and caress her as he slowly undressed her. She smiled as she saw him learning quickly. Soon she was nude in front of him. Her gorgeous breasts and full pubic bush took his breath away. He kissed her passionately and she responded, rubbing his hair vigorously as she pressed her full breasts against his shirt.

Then Taylor turned to start taking off his own clothes, but again she took hold of his wrist. Taylor looked confused. "If I can't take off my clothes, and you can't, then... am I supposed to do it with my clothes on?"

"You silly boy," Sarah laughed, and Taylor reddened. "I didn't mean that you couldn't have your woman undress you. You just can't raise your arms and expect her to do it like you were a helpless baby. Make the entire undressing process as sensual as possible. Fill her with need. Tell her what you want done, and tell her in a sensual way."

And then Taylor, sensing what needed to be done, rubbed his rough, unshaven cheek against hers and whispered in her ear, "Take off my shirt." He kissed her ear, leading a trail down to her neck, and Sarah complied, and started to undress him.

But when he ordered her to take off his pants, she balked. Taylor looked inquisitively towards her. "Mike the sexiest part of your body is your mouth. Talk dirty to me. Make me excited to strip you nude." She whispered in his ear. Taylor's eyebrows raised.

"Take off my pants, slut," Taylor growled. As Sarah slowly obeyed, a moment later, Taylor said, "And now the underwear, whore. Slowly, or I'll whip you good!"

Sarah shuddered with a big smile on her face and her breasts shook as she rushed to obey. "Remember Mike, you're playing a role. Some women will want to be dominated. Some will want to dominate you. Figure out what role to play, and then play it."

Soon they were both nude together. Sarah realized that she was with a boy in a man's body, but oh what a body! Taylor had sexy brown hair, and firm green eyes, and a strong jaw. He had broad shoulders, and a furry, brown hair chest, and firm legs and an ass that was hard like a rock. And the thing between his legs! It hung there, stiffening, framed by rough bushy hair.

On the outside, he was a man. On the inside, though, he was still a boy. But when Sarah Blade was done with him, he would be a man, through and through.

Sarah led him to her bed and started to kiss and caress him. She taught him how to arouse a woman skillfully with his hands and fingertips. She smiled as she found him to be a quick study. Then she spread her legs and signaled for him to take the next step. Taylor moved between her legs and lined up his penis--until she playfully slapped it away.

She kissed away the hurt feeling on his face, and taught him about her clitoris. She was nearly certain from Taylor's astonishment that he had never heard or seen of such a thing before. How could that be possible in this day and age of sex education from age four and up?

Before long Taylor was rubbing the head of his organ against Sarah's clit, and she was moaning with pleasure, and then he was rubbing it against her sensitive labial lips, up and down, tracing a pattern of lust and increasing excitement, exactly as she taught him. And then he was putting it in her. Sarah taught him how to establish a rhythm, how to listen to the cues from a woman's body, from her face and her arms and the tenseness of her muscles, to figure out what was working for her as well as for him. She taught him how to use his shaft not merely as a piston but as a stirring rod, how to grind his organ in a circular motion to give his partner greater pleasure. She taught him about the head of his penis, and how it could be used to rub her insides to greatest effect.

Soon Mike was thrusting inside of her, and it all felt so good. Sarah smiled; Mike was going to be a wonderful addiction to her collection.

"That's it, lover," she said, wrapping her arms possessively around his back. "Fill me up. Fill me up with your cum," she whispered passionately.

She could tell that Taylor liked it when he talked like that. She sensed he was getting closer to coming.

But then, a new thought entered Taylor's mind. "Sarah... you're protected, right?"

Sarah Blade stared at her young lover for a long moment. Then she broke out in a smile. "No."

"What?" said Taylor.

"You heard me," said Sarah. She wrapped her legs around his tightly, so he couldn't escape.

"But... that means I could get you pregnant!"

"Uh huh," said Sarah. "Come inside me, lover. Fill me with your sperm. Make me yours. If you fill me with a baby, I'll be yours, forever."

The thought of impregnating Sarah worried Taylor on some level, but on a greater level it filled him with tremendous joy. Just the thought of it, of impregnating her, of filling her with his child, caused his penis to surge, and erupt, and explode. "Aaaahhhh!" he cried out, as he pulsed powerfully inside of her. His excitement was contagious, and Sarah, feeling the pistoning shaft, pulsating with joy, found her own climax coming one wave after his.

Afterwards they lay together, with Taylor slowly shrinking inside of her. "Sarah?"

"Yes, my love?"

Taylor flinched slightly at the word. He was still so very shy. "What will happen if... you get pregnant?"

"Well then, we'll have the most handsome baby in the world, especially if it's a boy, won't we?" Truthfully, she was as smitten with his looks as he was with hers, but then, he was also twenty years younger. She smiled as she saw the horrified look on his face. "Not to worry. I'm Protected."

"You... you are? But you said-"

"Exactly what you needed to hear," said Sarah. She smiled at him, and nibbled at his nose. He was so adorable! "Take that as another lesson. Say whatever you need to in the bedroom in order to turn your partner on. Be dirty! Be dominant! Be submissive! Be whatever you have to be to give your lover the wildest ride ever. Got that?"

"Oh, all right," said Taylor, and Sarah could tell he was thinking about the fact that she no longer would be getting pregnant by him, and he was analyzing how he felt about that. He was so transparent! But also, so very young.

She took his head in her hands, and pointed it at her face, so she would have his full attention. "Mike, you are going to make so many women so very happy."

"I am?"

"You will," said Sarah. "When I'm done with you, you'll be able to have any woman you want, and you'll make any woman you trip up very, very happy with you. You'll be the best fuck any of them has ever had. When I am done with you, you will be the Survey Service's ultimate sexual super weapon. None will be able to resist you!"

She loved the grin he gave her at that moment, and she could sense the false feeling of power that Taylor suddenly felt.

********

Black Bart threw John Cambell across the floor. Cambell, a big, broad chested blonde man, slowly got up.

"Again," said Black Bart, gesturing with his fingers for Cambell to come at him.

"No," said Cambell.

"No?" said Black Bart.

"You've got at least eighty pounds of muscle on me. There's no way I'm going to be able to do this," said Cambell.

Everyone was in shock. Cambell was one of the physically strongest cadets there.

Cambell turned to Sergeant Chappie. "This isn't a fair test."

"Oh, it isn't, is it?" said Chappie. "I'm sorry to have treated you so unfairly. Here, let me make it up to you." He held up his Pad. "Give me your RFD."

Cambell felt all eyes on him. He looked at Bart, and bit his lip. He pressed his thumb against the Pad.

"Thank you," said Chappie, grinning. "Excuse me one minute." He went over to Bart. Chappie was a slender black man who weighed at least seventy pounds less than Bart. Chappie was muscular, but he wasn't the wall of muscles that Bart was. He grabbed Bart. Bart grabbed him back. They seemed to dance for a moment. Then Bart went swinging through the air.

"I don't believe it!" said John Cambell.

"That is why you failed," said Chappie.

********

"I'm a little concerned."

Ambition wondered when the being who identified himself as "Galactic Hope" would pay him another visit. It had been some years since Galactic Hope had visited him when Mike was a child, to inform him that Mike had a great destiny, one which required him to join the Survey Service. At the time Ambition had been skeptical that Mike could ever make it to the Academy, and yet... here he was.

And now Galactic Hope, whatever Galactic Hope was, was back for another visit.

"About what?" Ambition asked. He wondered how Galactic Hope could even be communicating with him. Normally, Ambition could only communicate with other segments of Taylor's mind, or other Ambitions on the Ambition plane of existence.

"There are physical requirements that must be met soon. Throwing a large man. Performing a hundred pushups. We are concerned that Mike will not make it."

"He'll make it," said Ambition.

"We are not as sure as you are. We know it is your purpose to be optimistic; our purpose is different. We were made be realistic."

"It seems our roles have reversed, haven't they?" Ambition said. "When we first met, you assured me that Mike would be a great Survey Service Captain some day, and I was the doubtful one. But now you are."

"Thus far he has only accomplished seventy one pushups. He needs to do a hundred in two days."

"He will make it. He will make it, because he has to," said Ambition. "I've gotten to know this boy real, real well. He's certainly not without flaws. But when it comes to Ambition to make it in the Survey Service, he's got nothing lacking."

********

"77!"

"Arrrrggh!" Taylor cried. His face was a mask of pain.

"78!"

"Aaaaaah!" Taylor cried.

"79!"

It was too much. Taylor collapsed into the ground.

"Is that it? Are you done, Moon Hero?" Sergeant Chappie snapped.

"Get up, Michael! Keep going!" Cherry shouted. Other cadets watched in a circle around him.

Michael strained to lift himself up by his arms again. But he couldn't. He sank down into the mud.

"He's finished," said Sergeant Chappie. "Here boy, let me help you." He helped Taylor into a sitting position. And then he held out his Pad, right by Taylor's thumb. "Just press right here, boy."

"No!" said Taylor, pulling his hand away.

"Why not? You're clearly not going to be able to do a hundred! Even skinny girls like Astor and Oteri can do a hundred! Face it son, you're just not Survey Service material. Now come on, just press your thumb here," said Chappie. His tone was soft; he was almost kind.

"No!" Taylor cried.

Chappie's expression darkened. "All right, Moon Hero. We'll play it your way. Get up, and give me some laps around the perimeter."

Taylor got up on shaky legs. "How... how many?"

"Infinity," said Chappie, his eyes wide.

Taylor stood there, blinking. He had just been sentenced to the treadmill of death.

"You heard me, boy, get going!"

Taylor started off at a run. He didn't know which was worse, being sentenced to the treadmill of death, knowing he was about to be drummed out of the Survey Service... or having his fate announced in front of all the other cadets. He thought he heard Cherry cry out as he ran for the perimeter line.

It was in the late afternoon when Taylor had been called to perform his final pushup challenge. He had prepared as best he could, but he knew he could not do a hundred pushups. As he started to run around the perimeter, the sun set and it became progressively darker. The only light was from the barracks and landing field lights.

And then it started to rain. It didn't just rain, but it poured. In moments, Mike was soaking wet.

Why did he keep going? It was obvious that Chappie was going to have him keep doing this until he dropped. One way or another, he would be drummed out of the Service.

But he couldn't give up. He refused to give up.

And then, a few hours later, drenched to the bone, he saw a man with an umbrella approaching him. It was Sergeant Chappie, wearing bright yellow rain slickers.

"Do you like the yellow?" was the first thing Sergeant Chappie said to him. "I got it in China."

Taylor didn't answer immediately. He kept jogging. Then he said, "Sergeant, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Why do you hate the Chinese so much?"

Chappie looked at him intensely, and Taylor wondered if he had crossed the line.

"Hate the Chinese? Hate the Chinese?" And then Chappie did the most unexpected thing. He laughed! He laughed and laughed and laughed. Then he turned to Taylor. "Ah, thank you for that, Cadet." He paused, and collected his wits. "If you really must know, I was put up for adoption before I was born. Some fine black man and black woman fucked up a storm without thinking of the consequences, and then decided in advance that they didn't want the pleasure of my fine company. I was adopted by-"

"A Chinese couple!" said Taylor.

"That's right. I owed them my life," said Chappie. "When I was a kid, I wished I were Chinese like them."

"So all your jokes about Chinese... their slanty eyes, their tiny penises... you actually admire them!"

"Don't tell anyone," said Chappie. "Not that you'll get the chance." He visibly switched gears. "Are you ready to give me your RFD, son?"

"No Sergeant!" said Taylor.

"That's not what my Chinese ears like to hear," said Chappie. "I have all the goods on you, Taylor."

"Sir?"

Chappie glared at him. "What?"

"I mean, Sergeant."

"That's better." Chappie paused. "Yes, I know all about you now. I know all about you and that sex video of yourself you put online."

"Sergeant! I didn't do that!" As he ran, Taylor was buffeted by the rain, and now, he felt, something else.

"That's not what Cadet Harshbarger is telling everyone."

"She did it, Sergeant! She was the one!"

"Now why should anyone believe a pervert like you over an outstanding cadet like Allyson Harshbarger?"

"Pervert?" said Taylor, his heart thumping in his chest.

"I know," said Chappie quietly. "We all know. About Sister Audra."

"Oh my God!" Taylor cried. "How did you-"

"We're the Survey Service. Of course we knew," said Chappie. "Did you really think we failed to do a simple background check on you before you were admitted?"

"But I was admitted sir!"

"Yes, but that was before we learned how really damaged you were by the incident," said Chappie. "You let yourself be tingled by an older woman, Cadet. Over and over and over. Some would say that you participated freely."

"No Sergeant!"

"Some would say that you liked it!"

The wind and the rain was whipping in Taylor's face. "Not true, Sergeant!"

"Some would say that all your problems with women stem from this perversion, this deeply rooted perversion within you." Chappie stretched out the word 'perversion' for emphasis. "That's why you can't have a normal relationship with a girl. You can only be turned on when you're being dominated by an older woman. We both know what we're talking about, don't we, cadet?"

"No Sergeant!"

"I think you know full well what I'm talking about. So you're out. You're never going to make it. I'll make sure of that. Why not just give up, now?"

And then, in the pouring rain, Sergeant Chappie held up a Pad in front of Taylor's face. For a moment, he covered Taylor with his umbrella.

Taylor stopped jogging, and looked at the Pad wordlessly for a moment.

"It's over, Mike. It's time to go home," said Inadequacy.

"Don't give up. Never give up. Fight until the very end. It's the Survey Service way!" said Ambition.

The Survey Service way.

"No Sergeant, I won't sign!" He started jogging again.

"Fine!" Chappie yelled after him. "Then you can just keep running until the year one billion!"

********

It was some time later in the night. Taylor's energy was flagging. He knew if he stopped, and Chappie saw him, he was out. But he was too tired to care. The rain had stopped, and it was the dead of night. He fell to the ground, and fell asleep immediately, and the world moved at its own pace around him, while he stood absolutely still.

********

The sound of a polite cough.

Taylor jerked into awareness. Suddenly he remembered where he was and who he was and what he was doing. He felt a light rain. His body stiffened.

Sergeant Chappie had found him, asleep.

But when he looked up, he didn't see the Sergeant.

He saw Hal.

"Hal?" said Taylor uncertainly.

"It's good to see you again, Mike. Though I must say the circumstances could be better."

"Hal, what are you doing here? I went back to Robolawya to see you, but you were gone," said Taylor.

"Yes, I took a leave of absence to pursue my two greatest passions: landscape painting and goat herding."

Taylor looked up at Hal with bloodshot eyes. "Hal, it's raining, and you're not getting wet."

"Yes, I seemed to have stepped on a dry spot," said Hal. "But I'm not here to talk about me. I'm here to talk about you. Do you want to stay in the Survey Service?"

Taylor gave a dry laugh. "Of course, Hal."

"Then do the hundred pushups."

"Hal, I can't!"

"Do them now!"

Taylor laughed again. "What's the point? Even if I do them, there's no one here to see me doing them."

"Yes there is," said Hal. "If you want to stay in the Service, get started."

Taylor assumed the pushup position. He was physically exhausted.

And yet... it was his legs that were most tired. He hadn't used his arms in hours, since his last pushup attempt. He started to do the first pushup, when Hal stopped him.

"Don't try," said Hal.

"What?"

"Do, or don't do. But don't try," said Hal.

Taylor nodded. He started doing pushups. "One," he said.

"And don't count," said Hal.

"Don't count?" said Taylor, doing a second pushup.

"I'll keep track for you," Hal smiled.

For the next few agonizing minutes, Hal distracted Taylor. He talked about Taylor's past. How hard Taylor had worked to get into the Academy. How he had taken the most difficult courses at Malik Shabazz, and struggled with his subjects. How he had gotten top scores on the Survey Service exam. How he had impressed his interviewer. How he had saved everyone's lives on the Moon.