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Sequence 1 Merge 1, Reversal Alexander, Earther Alex held on for dear life. He held on to the Shimbarian fucking him and loved every minute of it, his cock trapped between them, and the fur moving against it, edging him along so slowly it was agony. He wanted to reach and stoke himself, but letting go of the guy fucking him would mean he’d be bounced about like a rag-doll. Discovering how mindless Shimbarian became during sex had been an experience. He’d been shoved around on the bed, then off it, as his newly inducted tech had been teased to losing control. He’d enjoyed it, and let it happen that way every so often. But when a wall and his legs around a too wide waist were the only other things keeping him upright, moving even one arm away from the neck was a recipe for being slammed about. And that took the fun out of sex. And there was a pleasure in not being in control of when his orgasm hit. Or if it hit at all. With the yawn-yell that was typical of their orgasm, Yarican thrust and was still, the long cock pulsing in Jeremy’s ass. He grunted in time with his breathing. Then, avidly licked Jeremy’s face. Getting used to the smell of Shimbarian saliva had taken time, but it was something that came with the sex. Along with all the other smells. Shimbarian were highly scent driven, so were smelly by anyone’s definition. Enough that Alex hadn’t been sure the process he used to render his men sexually interested in him would work on Yarican. “I thank the captain,” Yarican said between pants. “For the mating honor.” “Hey, thank you for a fucking I won’t forget anytime soon.” He winced as the still hard guy pulled out. Shimbarian maintained their erection well past them being satisfied. Something about showing others how good they were. It was possible to get Yarican going again, but the amount of work needed didn’t make the sex worthwhile. Not when Alex has so many other guys to have sex with. He so felt like kissing Yarican, but that wasn’t a thing for his species. The licking was their equivalent, and Alex wasn’t licking fur. “I return to work.” “Remember to tell Tristan what he missed out on.” “I will speak with greatness of the captain’s ass.” Alex watched the Shimbarian walk away. Next time, he was fucking him. He looked at his hardon. “So, find someone to take care of you, or tease the crew?” He threw the pants over his shoulder and headed for the bridge. Smelling like he did, teasing it was. The men he passed eyed him, licking their lips, or groped themselves through their pants or did something with their antennas that meant they were interested. Ridoshis were interesting. They couldn’t have sex the way he did, but their antenna could manipulate his cock in delicate and teasing way that, once in a while, he enjoyed. On the whole, he preferred his pleasure more immediate. He reached the bridge quickly. His ship wasn’t large, as those things went, four decks, a quarter of a kilometer in length, overall. With a good part of that taken up with the hold. It had been a lucky find, that and good programs running around the networks, alerting him to anything unusual taking place, like an odd mass of polymers detected by an errand scan not far from where he’d been flying. His first ship had been his first theft. His first act of piracy. It had been easy. He hadn’t had to coerce any computers to get it. As the son of the company’s owner, all he’d needed to do was fly the shuttle to the cargo station, walk to the appropriate dock, board the ship and fly off. He had had to disable the homing tag, as well as the automated systems, but that had amounted to nothing more than a quick conversation with computer to establish he was now the sole owner. Again, as the company’s owner, that hadn’t even required coercing. That ship had been small. His family owned a fruit plantation that span nearly half the planet it was located on. The best in the universe, was their claim, and it was warranted if Alex said so himself. Nearly everything was automated, which included the shipping of cargo. So most of his family’s ships weren’t designed to have a crew. The few that were, were things found at auction to fill a specific niche, or, like the one he’d taken, as an extra fuck you. Something one of his siblings had bought as part of their fleet handling the section of trade handed to them by their father. Alex would have had such a fleet and such a trade section if he hadn’t had enough of his dad’s violent opposition to his predilection for aliens. Only one other person in the family knew about their father’s violent tendencies, Rafy. And all he’d ever done about it was smirk each time he walked by the house’s medical room with Alex in it, healing for another talk with their father about the wrongness of the ‘guys’ he took to bed. Three cabins, and a lot of cargo space. His first crew had been four Kersosterans, and they’d gotten along relatively well. Like most species in the Federation, like most humans, even, they didn’t have a problem with sex outside their species. His dad was an exception, not the norm. And they had been ‘rejects’ from their people for disregarding something they called the Word. Alex had had little interest in their cultures beyond how they had sex. And what was volunteered made no sense to him. But then, gods were their thing, not his. The element that had ranked at times was when none of them wanted to have sex with him. He’d endured it. They were a good crew and, really, he couldn’t force them to have sex with him. That had change when one of his program reported on the scan result of a merchant ship. The oddity of polymer and metals that didn’t belong among the asteroids. Oddities meant potential, so he’d set course there at top speed in the hopes of reaching it before anyone on that ship decided it was worth investigating. And he’d hit the jackpot. Purely by the size and power, the ship was perfect. He’d be able to increase his crew by a factor of ten with ease. More if enough didn’t mind being intimate with each other. It was an odd mix of species technologies, but that just meant finding men who were creative with that, as well as in bed. It was in good enough condition that why it was hidden there was curious. The computers had been wiped to the point the personality was back to the core one. Fortunately, it had been a commercial model, so it didn’t cause problems as Alex added the needed programs in such a way its personality shifted to something helpful. Having a computer willing to back him up when coercing a target ship always made things easier. And it caused it to draw his attention to a void in its systems. Locating the matching physical space proved problematic. The ship’s designer had been careful. A scan of the ship showed nothing out of the ordinary. All spaces matched one in the computer’s registry. That told Alex that whatever was hidden in it was valuable. But what might it have been? And was it the reason the ship was abandoned? There was no way to know. He resorted to taking measurements of each room and had to resort to doing those physically when the sensor he used for the length and height of each wall gave him results matching the general scan. Someone had embedded a distortion generator throughout the ship. He couldn’t wait to find that; it would make hiding cargo much easier. The first thing physically measuring the rooms revealed was that the crawl space between them was larger than the scans reported. Large enough, he suspected a Kelsirian had been involved in designing the ship. And it gave the distortion apparatus the needed space to adjust dimensions without a room feeling wrong. He found it on deck three. Then had to work out how to get in. Scans didn’t help since they told him he was looking at part of the medical bay. A physical search, by himself this time, led him to the conduits, and that to an access and then to a laboratory of a sort. He trusted his crew, but someone had gone to too much length to hide this for him to risk anyone else finding it. Mutiny was only a question of someone deciding what they’d found was more valuable than the captain’s life. And when his crew were Kersosterans who had no respect for the contracts their species were known to live by? He didn’t put too much value in them respecting him if they were motivated otherwise. Finding out what had been researched took time. The section was powered down, and when he worked out how to power it up, the computer was aggressively defensive. But Alex hadn’t been at the top of his coercion classes just because he slept with his teachers. He brought it under control, then made it his friend. Then he browsed through the files. The technical side was beyond him, but the schematics were included. The only indication of what it did was that it affected the mind, so his initial thought was this was an imprinting device, which didn’t explain the secrecy. Those had been around for decades and weren’t particularly impressive unless someone was a linguist, or had to learn Kersosteran so he understood his crew. Kersosterans had someone they called a Teacher, and after a difficult negotiation session through an interpreter, they had shown up at his ship understanding him as well as he understood them. Then, he found the hurried message that explained everything. That changed his life. The Kelsirian scientist spoke in quick, fearful tones that didn’t carry through the translation matrix, but could be read on her face. The ship had been commissioned by their Leadership to research this device, test the limits of how it could change a mind, and they had figured that out. It had no limit. They’d written a program that let them configure someone’s mind however the programmer wanted. The machine could make their people forget the gods, she’d said in terror. She was the last one left. She’d used it on everyone else to have them believe it was safe to walk off the ship. She implored the recipient to find the ship and destroy it. No one could have this technology. She’d already wiped the ship’s computer, and had set the laboratory one to erase everything as soon as it sent the message, but the technology had to be destroyed; it was too dangerous. If she knew how, she’d make it happen, but she hadn’t considered that before spacing the crew. She implored the recipient again, then asked the gods for forgiveness before walking away. The recording kept going, and going, to an empty room. The lights flickered, steadied, and he sped through more empty room until a sound, then he watched himself move through the room. He smiled. She’d forgotten to stop the recording. Which meant the computer hadn’t sent it, and therefore not deleted anything. Telling the computer not to act on any command predating him took care of that. Then he found the files she’d hidden in this terminal, and he saw his future unfold before him. They’d tested everything it could do and documented how to affect a mind in what way, what settings for which species. He could remake anyone into the kind of man he wanted. To the kind of man that wanted him. His first test subject had to be the medic. Through him, putting the others under it would just be a question of them needing a medical checkup. Arranging that wasn’t too difficult, and the changes minimal enough, he considered the test safe. And it worked. It really worked. He overdid the wanting to have sex, and the problem became getting anything done with his medic in constant need to give him his injections. The others were more amused than concerned by the change in behavior, and once that was toned down, the man was a perfect lover; always willing, never demanding. The others had their check-ups, and Alex had a Kersosteran crew always there for a fuck. But it was too small a crew for the size of his ship. And with the machine, he didn’t have to worry about new crew members having xenophilic tendencies. The machine gave them that. Not interested in men? It took care of that, too. Not interested in sex? That wasn’t common, but it took care of that as well. And loyalty? That wasn’t even a question anymore. His crew was utterly loyal to him. Not everyone took to the programming at the same rate; he’d learned the hard way in those early days. The machine worked subtly, so a man’s willpower had an effect on its efficacy. He suspected that someone had to want to resist it, but there were men out there so set in who they were that the resistance was automatic. It became a pleasure to watch them slowly crumble under it. That staunch refusal of his advances turn to hesitancy. Their gaze turning quizzical, the way they looked him up and down, still trying to refuse what they wanted, until they no longer wanted to refuse him. Oh, he understood the scientist’s fear. Something like this in the wrong hands could overthrow the Federation without even firing one plasma bolt. Fortunately for all of them, Alex had no interest in conquering anything other than his crew’s cock and asses. He nearly walked into his latest crew by ‘accident.’ “Oops.” He smiled at the beautiful, dark furred Kelsirian. “Sorry about that. Not quite down from the fucking Yarican gave me. You should have been there. I wish you’d been there.” The man’s nostrils flared, and Alex thought he might be in for another fucking. “I’m glad he satisfied you, Captain.” Alex ran a hand through the fur. The speckling of white was a rare coloration. From a distance, it made the man look like his body was made of the universe. “Why are you resisting? Don’t get me wrong, it’s a turn on like you wouldn’t believe. No one’s lasted as long as you. But I’m pretty sure you want me. So why resist?” “It wouldn’t be appropriate, Captain. I’m just a technician.” “Really, that’s just it? What if I ordered you?” He wouldn’t; there was no fun in that. But still? “Please don’t.” “I won’t. I want you to keep resisting. I want you to hold out as long as you can. Then, when you can’t anymore. Fuck me until I can’t think anymore.” Tristan frowned, and Alex did his best not to smile. What he said couldn’t make sense to the man. He was clever, but he didn’t have the needed information. His captain probably sounded insane. But that was okay; Alex would wait. Fuck, would he wait for this guy. “I think you have something to take care of,” he said, and resisted groping the erection visible through the pants, before continuing toward the bridge. “Alright, someone give me an update,” he said. Instead of that, the bridge crew turned and looked his naked body over. Those driven by scent sniffed the air, pants tenting. He didn’t allow sex on the bridge, not even when things were quiet. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease them until self control was barely a thing. “We’re approaching the station’s scanning range, Captain,” the Taournian at the scanning station said. “An hour until they know we’re on our way if the information on their system we acquired is accurate.” “You questioning my contacts?” he asked, putting his pants back on. It was one thing to tease them; it was another to sit his naked ass in a cold chair. “No, Captain. I’m questioning their contacts.” “Smart man.” Alex took the earpiece out of its holder by the keyboard. “And how are you doing this morning?” “According to ship time, it’s three in the afternoon, Earth settings,” the computer replied. Alex smiled. “Come on, play along. You know you want to.” “I don’t understand this constant need for me to play along when you can reprogram my personality.” “Do you want me to do that?” “Of course not, but it’s within your power to make me want what you want.” “But where’s the fun in that?” The computer sighed. That behavior had surprised Alex. It wasn’t something his programming had introduced. “It’s wonderful morning, Alex. What’s on the agenda today?” He rubbed his hand before setting them on the keyboard. “This morning, we are taking over a military research station. It’s going to be fun.” Another sigh from the computer. “Only by your definition of fun, Alex.” “Yep, and that’s the only one that matters. Initiate contact.” “Contact initiated. Oh boy, this isn’t going to be fun.” Alex grinned. “Alright,” he told the station’s computer, “talk to me.” * * * * * “Captain, the station is in visual range.” “Be there.” He panted as he thrust. “In a bit.” He kept thrusting. “Hold position.” He wasn’t stopping this until he was done. The creamed colored Kelsirian wrapped his legs around his waist and urged him on. He’d already cum three times and looked about ready for a fourth. Alex loved Kelsirian’s short recuperation time, even if they tended to get too tired to continue well before he wanted to stop. But that was why he had Kersosterans and Shimbarians around. When he wanted day long sex, he went to one of them. The guy screamed, and more cum spilled between them. The ass tightened and Alex slammed in, his orgasm slamming into him. The guy looked at him, while Alex caught his breath, with adoration in his eyes. That hadn’t been part of the programming he’d given them. He didn’t want to be adored. Just fucked. But that had been a side effect. It wasn’t so bad he’d felt the need to tweak the settings. Any small changes had cascading effect, and that wasn’t worth dealing with all the other adjustments he’d need to make. “You rest,” he told the guy under him, who nodded languidly, closing his eyes. He jerked as Alex pulled out. Even softening, his cock was different enough from Kelsirians that they felt it. Made the sex more intense, his men told him. Fortunately, it didn’t make them enjoy their own species any less. Alex wasn’t possessive. And as much as he wanted to be the one to please every guy on his crew, he had his limits, so it was good they pleased each other the rest of the time. A shower and the right accoutrement, and he headed for the bridge. This wasn’t something he could do in his pants and nothing else. Well, he could, but that would ruin the image of the Crimson Pirate. “Someone give me an update,” he said, stepping onto the bridge. “The station is still unaware of us.” That wasn’t surprising; he’d convinced their computer to be blind to his ship’s presence. So long as no one looked out and saw them, they’d be fine. And it wasn’t like there was a star to illuminate his ship. Or for it to pass in front of. And the outside lights were off, and all view ports closed. “Alright everyone. This is the fun part.” He grinned. “Good morning, Einstein Station. And welcome to this wonderful experience. I am your host for the duration, the Crimson Pirate. Please don’t waste your time trying to regain control of your systems. They are mine. They will remain mine until I’m done, and that will be faster with your cooperation. So, here is how this will go. I will be docking and my men till board your station. You let us do what we’re here to do, and we leave. You get in our way, and I’m sorry to say we will have to hurt you. We don’t want to, but we will if you—” The ship shook. “Where did that come from?” he demanded, jumping in his seat and looking at the code for how their coercionist had gotten through his work so fast. The ship shuddered again, only this time, it was accompanied by the sound of something ripping so profound he looked for which wall it had been, only then realizing the bridge was bathed in a white light that had no business being there. “Captain?” someone asked fearfully. He joined the rest in looking at the screen, where a rip in the vastness of space let in the light.