Yes

You prepare yourself. You know that Chullians piss a large volume and with a lot of ****. But Krik, being so kind and thoughtful, only lets out a stream that you can handle. It's strong and bitter.

Because of the sheer volume, it goes on for a long, long time. You swallow industriously, grateful for the recent workouts to your throat that let you keep up. Eventually, the stream stops.

"Good work. Now, I don't feel like moving, so if you want to get any cum out of this thing before I have to get back to work, you'd better get to it."

This is new. Normally, the Chullians just fuck your holes -- you've never had to do the work before. But if you pull it off, you get a meal, and that's incentive enough.

It's very hard work. With your arms tied behind your back, you have only your still-numb jaw to get him hard. You can't see what you're doing, and with every thrust, the knot on your clit and plug in your ass move. You cum once and are well on the way to another before Krik gets hard.

It's easier after that. You cumming excited Krik, and the hard cock is so much easier to work with. After some intense labour, sperm shoots down your throat and explodes out of your mouth. You try not to waste a drop, but it's difficult.

Krik presses your face into a wet patch on the floor. "Finish your meal."

You know what's expected of you. You lick it up.

Krik pulls off your blindfold and gently rubs at the old cum gumming your eyes closed until you can see. God, you'd forgotten how bright light was.

"Because you're so obedient, I think you're earned the right to earn your food," Krik says as they unwrap the metal on your legs and help you to your feet. "Until midday, you have free reign of the ship. You may explain to anyone that you meet that you have permission to eat their cum, and you can beg them for their cum, if you like. You may also drink their piss, if you're thirsty, but cum and piss are the only things you have permission to eat and drink. At midday, you will meet me in the kitchen. And I suggest you get your fill by then because we're working hard this afternoon and you won't eat or drink again for the rest of the day."

Krik unties the cords on your nipples, but doesn't remove the tie around your body that binds your arms, squeezes your tits and rubs your cunt. They just shoo you out of the room.

As soon as you're waddling painfully down the corridor, you realise something -- you know the ship. Well, you don't know where anything is, but you have a sense of which way Krik walks on their rounds, and for how long, and where they tend to run into someone who wants to fuck your throat. So you have some idea of where the rest of the crew might be.

You have time to visit three crewmates before lunch.