I'd spoken ahead of time but not by too much, Captain Lars Swollett was on the elevator coming down to the hangar, he'd be here in another thirty to forty seconds. I spent the time getting everything ready for him, running a pre-flight check, readying his quarters, even adjusting the temperature, ozone content of the air and ionization rate to his optimum performance requirements. This is why a scoutship outfitted with a human brain to operate everything is so damned effective, the pilot can concentrate on intelligence gathering or combat while I fly the ship and dodge the gunfire far better than a human operating a machine ever could. And hey, don't freak out about the brain-in-a-machine part of this; we're all volunteers who have been gratefully rescued from a slow lingering death in a cancer-ridden body by the process, so we were all damned eager to cooperate!
And to prove that I was still as human as you are, I was madly in love with my human partner, Captain Lars Swollett. He didn't know that yet, but I was going to find a way to tell him and prove it to him. Love will always find a way.
Lars stepped into the ship and gave a deep breath of satisfaction, "Ah, damn, Charley, it's always so damned good to get in here with you!" He declared. "The very air here smells better!"
It ought to, not only is he not sharing this oxygen with five thousand other humans, but his favorite air is pretty far off the norm they use aboard ship. "Always good to see you, Lars." I said.
"So where are we going?"
"Not too far, a little excursion around Beta Cephalus Seven and back." Lars said and stretched. That made his slim-waisted, broad-armed form even more svelte and panther-like. "There's a chance the Horus may be planning a base there to use against us." We had a longstanding and uneasy truce with them, which flared up into combat on a regular basis. But things were quiet just now and had been for two months.
Okay, a good time for your enemy to set up a new base to use against you.
"So, get your butt in the command chair and I'll get us out of dock." I told him. He grinned that easy, clean grin of his and settled his body on the chair. I liked how he looked on it, the deep gold of his uniform and the pale blond hair looked so fine against that royal blue fabric, made him look like a king on his throne.
"All right, Charley." He said. "Take us on out."
"Program laid in. Executing." I said to him formally.
There were a series of uncomfortable (to Lars, I was fully cushioned against all shocks of course) jerks and accelerations and then we were out of the hangar. One more rather long acceleration and we were on our way, out of the ship and into the limitless cosmos.
"Well, now we've got four days to kill." I told Lars. "Doesn't life just suck in the Space Navy?"
"You're telling me." Lars agreed, yawned and stretched and again I was reminded of a golden panther. So sleek and svelte.
"What's first on your time-killing agenda?" I asked him.
"Might as well get the exercise regimen out of the way." Lars told me. "I was about to go to the ship's gym when they called me in to the Commodore's office. Had to zip my uniform up over my workout togs."
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"End of program." I told him and everything faded back out again. Lars dropped his "treasure" which had turned into a small medicine ball and it melted into the floor. "Whew, that's rougher than anything the ship's gym can offer." he panted. "What if one of those spears had hit me?"
"You'd have a bump on your body to remind you to be more careful next time." I agreed.
"Man, I'm aching all over already." he panted.
"Hit the shower, then climb into your dormition chamber." I told him. "I've had them install some special massage equipment."
"Oh...boy!" He moaned in anticipation. "Charley, if we were back on Earth, I'd fucking marry you!"
"Don't skip the shower." I said to him. "It's got a few features you'll like as well."
I watched him head for his bathing chamber, tearing off his clothes as he went. Fully nude, he stood in the shower and said, "Okay, Charley, hit me with all you've got!"
I've never been able to look at Lars this way without remembering that I'm still a man. All that is a man lives in your mind, after all. The body is nice, very nice, but when it all is said and done, what makes you human is your brain and I still had that. And this man wanted Lars very, very much indeed!
You're supposed to slowly lose all your humanity when they put you on a ship like this. After a while, all that you are is a mechanical device, and when that happens, they turn the brain to "sleep" mode and disconnect you. It's not a quick end to your life, but then, what non-violent death ever is quick?
I'd only been a "brain" for less than a year, and I wanted Lars very, very much, indeed! But I've already said that.
I gave Lars a shower he'd remember and brag about back on the ship to all the poor souls who never rated a brainship of their own. All the luxuries are piled into us ships for their crews and for the brain's sanity. I could do so much, so very, very much. I even had a circuit to initiate my own pleasure center. Some brains used that circuit far too much, as long as you didn't use it when you were needed elsewhere, the Commodore didn't care. Me, I was keeping it for a special occasion...soon, soon.
But back to the shower, I started him on a nice hot spray that contained lots of sweat-destroying soap, Lars lathered himself and sang a happy, dirty military tune about the glory of shore leave on an exotic world and the even more exotic women who waited there with exotic ways of pleasing a man in uniform. I always figured the Space Navy had ordered that song written, it made too many impressible young studs sign up hoping to find out if the song was telling the truth or not.
After Lars had scrubbed himself, I turned the shower onto a power rinser, still very warm and he held his body up to me in sequence and I scrubbed all that soap and grime off of him. I finished up with a warm drying blast of air scented with a musky male fragrance that would keep him smelling nice for hours.
Lars waited for a time then said, "Well?"
"Well, what?" I teased him.
"Where's my clothes?"
"You're about to get a full body massage." I informed him. "What would you want with clothes?"
"Oh! Right!" Lars said. "Where to?"
"The dormition chamber." I said. Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly....
"Right. Let's do it, I'm getting hungry."
Me, too, me, too, I thought as Lars padded down the short hallway into the dormition room. The dormition chamber functioned as his bed, but in an emergency, it could also save his life, air and food and water could be piped in there, even if the ship was badly breached, as long as the dormition chamber operated (and it had a separate power source), the pilot would live. It was the size of a full-sized bed, but the central part where Lars lay was barely wider than he was. The rest of it was the pride of my mechanized body, all the best parts and most delicate controls were in this chamber. And more than the ship, I controlled it utterly.
Lars stepped up onto the edge of the central chamber and then into it. "Lie on your back first." I told him. "Later, we'll turn you over."
"Got it." Lars agreed and lay out on the bed like a prime rib ready for basting.
My first extensions surprised him. "Those look like hands."
"How else would I massage you if not with hands?" I asked him. "Close your eyes and relax."
Those hands worked on my brain like real hand and as Jerome had observed, they were self-lubricating. Warm, oil-smoothed hands, they slid over Lars' body in slow, sensual motions, and I felt his body in a way I hadn't felt a human form in any way for almost two years.
Lars is almost hairless, not that he shaves it but that his body kept his hair except on his head and his pubic region to a thin, white, inoffensive level. My hands slid over the smooth mounds of his breasts, playing and tweaking his nipples, and he grunted, "Hey, watch the goodies." he told me.
"You let me alone." I retorted. "I know what I'm doing."
And I continued to feel his body, the rippled abs that had performed so ably time and again in his exertions in the exercise room, the strong biceps that had suspended his body in mid-air as he had dangled and dodged native spears being thrown at him, the legs that had ferried him upwards, upwards, upwards, and never tired. And above them, there was...ah!
"Enjoying the massage?" I asked him.
Lars had a rather prominent erection. He grinned, totally unembarrassed. "What can I say? My body likes what you're doing!"
"So I'll do it some more." I told him. As I rubbed his inner thighs, his cock jerked and throbbed.
"Oh, man, I'm going to have to jerk off pretty soon!" Lars murmured. "Last time I had a massage, the woman gave me a happy ending."
"You mean like this?" I asked him and my hands closed upon his cock and gripped him firmly.
"Ahhh, ahh!" he gasped, in surprise but didn't otherwise move to protest my seizure of his pride and glory.
My hands were programmed to jerk this big pud just the right amount and at the right speed. I'd studied Lars' own manipulations in the night when I was supposed to not be watching him, and I had his tempo and preferred methods down to a perfect program of sensuous delights.
"Ohhh, man, Charley, you are one handy fellow to have running my ship!" Lars gasped as I manhandled him to perfection. "I couldn't do this better myself!" And he didn't know how right he was.
"And I never get tired." I agreed.
"Oh, man, this is so fucking hot!" Lars moaned. "We get to do this the next four days?"
"As much as you want." I agreed. "I have programs running that cover this activity, it won't even go in the automatic log entries. Far as they know, you're sitting in your chair reading a good book!"
"A good book!" Lars chuckled. He liked that. "The best fucking book I ever read!"
"The book is called "As You Like It."
"Yeah!" Lars laughed again and I used that time to bring in my next gift for him.
My "mouth" closed on Lar's cock and he groaned. "What is that?"
"You wanted a happy ending." I reminded him. "Isn't this what you got the last time?"
"Oh, ahhhh, ah, yeah, yeah!" Lars moaned. "So fucking hot, so hot!"
"And I can keep it up for hours and hours." I told him. I proceeded to do so, sucking on Lar's dong and keeping him heavily pleasured, but never quite stimulating him to the point of climax. And with the tube-like "mouth" on his cock, he couldn't get his own hand onto his cock to do anything about it.
His hints to finish him off got stronger and stronger, but I persevered until he moaned, "Oh, damn it, Charley! How much longer are you going to torture me like this! I got to come, man, I got to come! Please, man, get to it, get me off, man, get me off!"
"All right, but I need you to turn over, first." I taunted him.
"Turn...over?"
"Turn over. Come on, you can do it. I'll help." My hands helped Lars to groggily roll over so that he was on his stomach. "Now, lift up your buttocks, get on your knees. You're pinching the mouth so it can't suck right."
That was enough to get Lars up in a hurry and when he did, I unrolled my piece de resistance. The part that Jerome had been kind enough to install for me.
My new, realistic acting, self-lubricating, fluid-squirting-on-command non-organic prick!