For Betty, who needed some hot sex to relieve her of RL.  Me, too, Betty;
	me, too.  And for everyone else who's been hinting around about not
	finding hot sexy stories - that means *you* Starbuck:  As was said in
	another fandom a couple of yahrens ago:  Be careful what you wish for,
	Lieutenant.

	First Anniversary

	By rita (mommacita1@juno.com)

	Rating: NC-17

	Warnings:  Consensual BDSM and group slash sex.

	Pairings: S/A, S/Reese, S/Boomer

	Dedicated with deep respect to List mom Becky (aka Rachel Roquelaure).
	This is the sequel to Abbreviations and The Morning After.

	"Do you know what today is, Bucko?" Apollo asked as his lover came out of
	the bedroom nude. Boxey was with his grandfather overnight, so Starbuck
	had gotten undressed as soon as he came off patrol.

	"Our first anniversary," Starbuck immediately replied.

	"I wasn't sure you'd remember."

	"How could I forget?" Starbuck asked.  "I still ache just thinking about
	it." He shivered, but there was no fear, only anticipation.  It wasn't
	the first anniversary of their sealing, that had occurred only five
	sectars ago.  It was the first anniversary of their sexual relationship.

	"Do you remember how I told you we could take it one step at a time?"

	Starbuck nodded.

	"Well, even though you wanted everything all at once, there are some
	things that you haven't seemed ready for."

	Very quietly, Starbuck replied, "I told you I would do anything you
	asked, public or private, at any time.  I meant it.  I still do.  I
	haven't fought you since that first night and I won't."

	Apollo brought him in for a tight hug and reassuring kiss.  "Yes, but I
	want you to be comfortable trying new things.  I have a present for you.
	I'm not sure you're ready for her, but this seemed like the right night."

	Starbuck's eyes gleamed in anticipation.  Apollo had used the word
	'"her", which could mean only one thing - another sex toy.  "I have one
	for you, too, Apollo.  But mine's not something, umm, tangible.  Well,
	not the whole present."  Apollo realized Starbuck had kept his hands
	behind his back even while he was being hugged. Now he held them and what
	they were hiding out to Apollo. "Here."

	Apollo looked at the thick leather collar embossed "Property of Captain
	Apollo" and the matching cock ring and butt plug in amazement.  Starbuck
	had choked and vomited when Apollo had taken him to be fitted with this
	same collar two sectars ago.  Apollo had paid for the collar, but never
	picked it up. Starbuck was just not ready. Now here it was.  "You're
	sure?" he asked.

	Starbuck knelt before him.  "Yes.  I'm positive."

	Apollo leaned over and buckled the collar on. "You're only to take this
	off in the turbo wash," he instructed. Starbuck nodded.  "Stand up."
	Apollo looked at the cock ring  It was the sort that allowed urination
	and ejaculation, but intensified both.  He snapped it around Starbuck's
	erection, then turned his attention to the butt plug.  And frowned.
	"Starbuck?"

	"I know," the blond whispered.  "I need to be punished.  I had myself
	fitted for it without your permission so it would be a surprise.  I
	expect you to punish me."

	The butt plug was custom-made to match Starbuck's rectum and maximally
	stimulate his prostate.  Apollo rolled it in his hand speculatively.
	"Your punishment will be to use my present to you all night tonight," he
	said. "I was intending to start more gradually, but I guess you really
	still want to do things fast."  He spun Starbuck around and thrust the
	butt plug all the way in.

	Starbuck gasped.  Then he turned around and answered Apollo.  "Yes, I
	still want to do things fast.  Fast and thorough.  The rest of my present
	is this:  we celebrate in the OC."

	"Then let me introduce you to Bucking Becky now.  After you've had a
	taste of her, we'll go to the OC.  I'm going to blindfold you now,"
	Apollo said, seeming to change the subject.  Once my present has fully
	... embraced you, I'll take the blindfold off.  Are you ready?"

	Starbuck nodded.  Apollo put a sleep mask over his eyes and a thick scarf
	over that and tied it securely.  Then he took Starbuck's hand and led him
	into the bedroom.  "Get down on your hands and knees and crawl forward
	until your head hits something."

	Starbuck did as he was told.  He felt Apollo straddle him and secure his
	wrists and ankles to something metallic.  He felt with his fingers.  It
	felt like the bars of a daggit carrier.

	Apollo slapped at his hands.  "No guessing now.  Be patient."  He back
	out of the cage.  "Head down, bottom up," he instructed.

	Something slammed into Starbuck's rectum at the same time something else
	banged against his balls.  He cried out, more in surprise than pain.
	Then the vibration started between his balls and he moaned with pleasure.
	At the same time whatever was inside him began growing longer and
	thicker.  When he was so full he thought he would burst, whatever it was
	began pulsing and thrusting, deeper into him and opening him wider than
	he had ever been before.

	Apollo reached between the bars, untied the scarf, and pulled it off.
	Then he said, "Raise your head and open your mouth," When Starbuck
	obeyed, Apollo inserted a dildo gag and tied it behind his head.  He
	clipped on nipple and ball clamps and set the clamps and gag vibrating.
	Then he pulled the sleep mask off.  He crouched down so he could look
	Starbuck in the eyes.  The blue eyes were wide with shock, but he wasn't
	crying.  Apollo couldn't tell if he liked the sensations or not.  "I'm
	going to take a turbo wash.  I won't be long.  When I come back I'll take
	you to the OC." He waited until Starbuck nodded in acknowledgement and
	lowered his head again.

	***

	Apollo just watched his lover for a few centons.  His whole body was
	spasming and his cock and balls were absolutely rigid.  Apollo swung the
	cage door, and thus the punishment dildo out and up and was presented
	with Starbuck's beautiful ass, open and waiting for him.  He pulled his
	own suddenly rigid cock out and thrust it into his lover.  Starbuck's
	rectal muscles spasmed around him and Apollo began thrusting wildly.  He
	climaxed, pouring his semen deep inside Starbuck.

	"Well?" Apollo asked after he helped Starbuck out.

	Starbuck sat on the carpet with his legs spread.  His rock-hard penis
	pulsed between them.  He was panting.  "I never felt anything like that.
	What's her name?"

	"Bucking Becky."

	"She's quite something.  Pleasure in repeated doses, if you allow it,"
	Starbuck said, gesturing at his cock.

	"Still want to celebrate in public?"  Starbuck nodded enthusiastically.
	Apollo sighed and shook his head.  "You want it all, don't you?"

	"Yes, I do.  Will you give it to me?"

	Apollo threw him on the bed and, with a growled, "Don't cum!" fucked him
	thoroughly.  Pulling out and thrusting his cock at Starbuck to clean, he
	asked, "Still want the OC and all that will mean?"

	Starbuck gave his favorite snack a last lick and put it away gently.
	"Yes.  I want it.  And I still expect to spend the night being punished
	by Becky."

	***

	Some things simply were not tolerated in the Fleet, at least not in
	public.  Nudity was one of them.  So Starbuck was dressed in his uniform,
	without underwear, as they entered the OC.  His collar was barely visible
	under his tunic; you had to be looking for it to notice it. His erection
	was very visible, if one looked in the right place, but everyone knew he
	belonged to Captain Apollo - even if they didn't know what "belonged"
	meant to the couple - so no one looked.

	The two warriors joined their friends Boomer, Jolly, and Greenbean at a
	table in the center of the OC.  They were greeted warmly, then Apollo
	gave Starbuck some cubits and the blond lieutenant went to fetch a round
	of drinks.  In subtle ways like that, Apollo had been publicly
	demonstrating his dominance over Starbuck for sectars.  Their friends had
	noticed that Starbuck served Apollo and never objected, but thought it
	was simply the settling in of two sealed partners.

	When Starbuck returned, he remained standing after setting the tray full
	of drinks down on the table.  "Gentlemen," Apollo said, "Starbuck and I
	are celebrating the first anniversary of our relationship tonight, and
	we'd like you to join us."

	Boomer cocked an eyebrow at Starbuck, but the latter merely smiled in
	response, and pulled the neck of is tunic down to more fully reveal the
	collar.  Boomer's other eyebrow came up to join the first, but Jolly and
	Greenbean simply grinned at each other.  Beneath the table, Jolly's hand
	moved to Greenbean's thigh.

	It was clear now that Apollo would do all the speaking tonight and why.
	He continued, "Tonight we're taking our relationship to a new level, by
	making it explicitly public."  Starbuck nodded his agreement, slightly
	tense as he waited to see how Apollo intended to show him off.  He didn't
	have long to wait.  "Starbuck, cum," Apollo commanded.

	Starbuck had been able to cum on command since before their sealing.
	He'd never done it, or anything else, in public before, but it was what
	he had expected would happen when he asked Apollo to celebrate in the OC.
	His body reacted immediately, spasming once.  He rocked on his feet,
	glad he had set the tray of glasses down.  The efficacy of the
	custom-made butt plug became clear as he spasmed several more time in
	response to its rubbing against his prostate during his first spasm
	before his colon settled down.  He came in spurts with each spasm made
	all the more intense by the cock ring that kept him from emptying in a
	gush.  A stain spread slowly out from his crotch back up his groin and
	down his thighs.  He was panting and dripping with sweat by the time his
	body calmed.

	Apollo watched implacably.  Jolly's eyes never left Starbuck, but his
	hand was busy at another groin.  Greenbean also watched Starbuck, but his
	back arched in his chair and he straightened his legs until he was almost
	at a diagonal, rather than sitting.  Boomer's eyes widened and his mouth
	hung open as he watched Starbuck perform at Apollo's command.

	When Starbuck finished, Apollo turned away and picked up and drained his
	glass. Jolly and Greenbean followed suit, Greenbean returning to a
	sitting position, with Jolly's hand still in place.  But Boomer was too
	stunned to do more than stare openmouthed.

	Apollo held out a glass to Starbuck and steadied it until his lover took
	it in two shaking hands.  He rubbed Starbuck's back to calm him as he
	drank slowly.  By the time Starbuck  finished, his breathing was back to
	normal.  Apollo looked at him appraisingly and reached a decision. "I
	think we need another round, Bucko," he said, handing him the cubits.
	"And make sure Reese notices you," he added as Starbuck collected the
	empty glasses, pushing Boomer's full one towards him with a chuckle.
	"Bring him back to the table."

	At Apollo's words, Boomer choked on his first swallow, but Starbuck
	nodded and went to the bar, where Reese stood drinking.  He purposely
	brushed against Reese's hand as he leaned over to get the bartender's
	attention.  "Another round, please," he called, and the bartender nodded
	his understanding.

	"Well, well, what have we got here?" Reese said looking down to see what
	it was that had brushed against him, damp and cold.

	"Just what it looks like, Reese," Starbuck retorted.

	"And how did that happen?"

	"You'll have to ask Captain Apollo," Starbuck said as he paid the
	bartender and picked up the newly refilled tray.

	"Why, did he spill something on you?"

	"You'll have to ask him," was all Starbuck would say.  He turned his back
	on Reese and returned to the table.

	Reese followed, his curiosity piqued.

	"Ah, Security Officer Reese, just the man I was looking for," Apollo
	greeted him.  "We seem to have a case of inappropriate public display of
	affection here," he continued gesturing at Starbuck's stained crotch.

	Reese grinned, realizing what the stain had to be.  'The Captain must be
	furious with his lover,' he thought.  'He's such a private person.'
	"Yes, sir, I can see that," he said to Apollo.

	Apollo signaled Starbuck to drink both of their drinks, then pushed
	Boomer's towards him.  Starbuck obediently downed all three, knowing
	where this was heading, as Apollo said, "Aren't there regulations against
	this sort of thing?  It's an outrage against public sensibilities.  Look
	at Lieutenant Boomer; he's so upset he can't even speak."

	Indeed, it did seem to Reese that the dark lieutenant was beyond speech
	and possibly angry.  "Yes, sir.  Did you want me to arrest Lieutenant
	Starbuck, sir?"

	"Well, I don't know that we'll want to press charges," Apollo looked
	around the table and Jolly and Greenbean shook their head somberly, but
	Boomer just continued to glare.  "But I think you'd best take the
	Lieutenant into custody just in case."

	Reese nodded and stepped up to take Starbuck by the arm, when Apollo rose
	and approached them.  "You'll want to restrain the Lieutenant," Apollo
	suggested and waited while Reese got his shackles off his belt, pulled
	Starbuck's hands behind his back, and applied the shackles to his wrists.
	"And you might want to keep your billy club between his legs, to keep him
	from trying to break free - you know how obstinate the Lieutenant can
	be," Apollo added. He pulled down the neck of Starbuck's tunic and showed
	Reese the collar.  "You may discipline my property as you see fit,
	Security Officer, but I will hold you personally liable for any injuries
	requiring medical attention. I'll stay here to try to convince Lieutenant
	Boomer to agree not to press charges as well." Reese grinned even more
	broadly then and nodded his understanding.

	Starbuck was passively cooperative through all of this, his eyes on
	Apollo's face.  But at Apollo's last words he began to shake and urine
	dripped down his pants legs.  Nonetheless he allowed Reese to frog-march
	him through the OC and down the well-populated halls of the Galactica to
	the brig.

	***

	Half a centar later, Apollo and Boomer approached the Galactica's brig.
	Jolly had excused himself and Greenbean, patting Greenbean's visibly
	swelled crotch and explaining they had "previous plans".

	Boomer had recovered enough to agree to be a witness to the proceedings.
	Now he watched Apollo trip the lock and enter the cell where Starbuck,
	naked and on hands and knees, the billy club sticking out of his ass,
	sucked the Security Officer off.  He remained outside, ready to intervene
	at the slightest indication that Starbuck was being coerced.

	"I see you had to keep him from mouthing off," Apollo remarked as he
	approached the two.  Reese, recovering from an explosive climax, could
	only nod.  Starbuck looked up from cleaning Reese off.  The expression in
	his eyes was one of reproach, but he said nothing. Apollo walked slowly
	around his lover.  There was some blood oozing from his rectum, but it
	appeared that there was no serious damage.  "So, Starbuck, what have you
	learned about obedience?" he inquired.

	"To put a penile plug in before we go out anywhere," Starbuck replied
	sourly.

	It earned him a slap across the face.  "I guess Reese didn't discipline
	you enough," Apollo said.  "Reese, if you would, stimulate the
	Lieutenant's ... ah ... memory with the implement you've inserted."  He
	gestured at the billy club.

	Reese moved to Starbuck's rear and began thrusting and twisting the billy
	club.  Tears flowed down Starbuck's facial cheeks as blood flowed down
	his nether ones, but his cock rose to the occasion.

	When Starbuck was thrusting back onto the club and moaning low in his
	throat, Apollo called a halt.  "Try again," he said.

	"To obey you and take the responsibility for the consequences of whatever
	act you require," Starbuck said quietly.

	Apollo nodded.  "Remove the club," he ordered.  Starbuck moaned again as
	Reese obeyed.  "Go get your butt plug and put it in. And get your belt
	and give it to the Security Officer," he instructed.

	Starbuck crawled over to the pile of clothes.  With a whimper he put the
	butt plug into his torn anus and consciously tightened his muscles to
	ensure it would stay in place.  Then he found his belt and returned with
	it in his mouth.  He turned his face up to offer it to Reese.  When Reese
	took it, Starbuck turned his buttocks toward him and waited.

	"You may discipline him for the public display now, Security Officer,"
	Apollo said.  "You can whip him until you draw blood.  He'll probably cum
	several times before you draw blood; you can deal with that as you wish."

	Boomer thought that if Reese grinned any wider he'd split his face in
	two.  But Starbuck didn't seem unhappy or even uncomfortable. He had a
	glazed look of contentment on his face and he leaned into the strokes of
	the belt.  He came three times before a streak of blood appeared among
	the welts on his back and buttocks.  When Reese stopped, Starbuck looked
	over his shoulder in surprise.  Boomer noticed with disbelief that he was
	still hard.

	Reese strode to Starbuck's side and surveyed the mess on the floor.
	"Lick it up," he said and snickered as Starbuck complied, his rump
	wagging in the air as he did so.  He felt his own pants tighten as his
	cock hardened at the sight.

	Apollo had been leaning against the cell wall watching.  Now he raked the
	Security Officer with his eyes and smirked.  As Reese reddened, Apollo
	said softly, "Go ahead," and gestured towards the bruised and discolored
	buttocks.

	Reese didn't wait to be asked twice.  He unzipped as he moved back behind
	Starbuck and pulling the butt plug out, plunged in, ramming him roughly.
	Starbuck met him with equally violent thrusts back, even as he kept
	licking the puddle and then himself as he came again when Reese exploded
	inside him.

	When Reese pulled out, Apollo stood away from the wall. "I'll take charge
	of the Lieutenant now.  We won't be pressing charges," he announced.
	"Get dressed," he told the man at his feet.

	"May I thank you first?" Starbuck asked, looking up hopefully.  Except
	for the first half centar, when he was alone with Reese, this had been a
	monumentally fulfilling experience.

	"All right," Apollo said, smiling.  He turned his back to Reese and
	Starbuck covered him so fully Boomer couldn't see anything of Apollo from
	the side.  Apollo took control with his hands in Starbuck's hair, moving
	him faster and faster while thrusting against his face.  He came with a
	soft cry, then leaned against his lover as Starbuck cleaned and redressed
	him.  "Now get dressed and let's go."  He rumpled Starbuck's hair and
	pushed him towards his clothes.

	Starbuck made no attempt to hide himself as he pushed the butt plug back
	in and pulled on his soiled clothes.  He knew Apollo wanted him to
	display himself so he kept his back to Boomer as he pulled his pants over
	his bruised backside, then turned toward him stroking his softened but
	swollen penis before he tucked it into his pants and carefully zipped
	them up.

	"Thanks for your help, Security Officer," Apollo said as they exited the
	cell.  To Reese's surprise, Starbuck half-turned and grinned at him,
	giving him a casual salute.

	***

	"Where to now?" Starbuck asked as they exited the brig.

	Boomer looked at him in disbelief.  "You okay, Bucko?" he asked.

	"Hmm?  Yeah, I'm fine.  Why?"  Starbuck seemed bewildered by the
	question.

	"Well, you've just been ... used pretty roughly."

	"Yeah."  Starbuck grinned.

	"You *can't* like being treated like that!!"

	Starbuck reddened and looked at his feet.  "But I do," he said softly.
	"It's so intense!"  He looked up and met Boomer's eyes.  "I mean it,
	Boomer.  Yeah, Reese hurt me.  And, well, I didn't like that it was him.
	I didn't like being alone with him in the beginning - I was afraid of
	what he'd do to me.  But ..."

	Boomer jerked his head towards Apollo.  "He does this to you, too?"

	Starbuck nodded.

	Before either man could say anything more, Apollo's voice cut in quietly.
	"Do you want to show him ... something different, Boomer?"

	"Hell, yes!" Boomer said.

	"Fine.  I'd like him back in my quarters by 2300 though - it is our
	anniversary and I haven't given him my present yet." Apollo turned to the
	blond lieutenant.  "Starbuck, go with Boomer on his terms."

	"Okay," Starbuck said equably.  "See you later." He leaned in for a quick
	kiss, which Apollo returned enthusiastically.

	Boomer looked from one man to the other. 'I thought I knew these men.
	They've been my friends for yahrens.  I don't know them at all.'  "Come
	on," he growled at Starbuck.

	***

	A centar later, Starbuck and Boomer were lying in each other's arms on
	Boomer's bed.  Soothing cream covered Starbuck's buttocks and back, and
	coated the butt plug he had just put back in.

	"You could leave that out," Boomer said grumpily.

	Starbuck shook his head.  "It's a good way to get the analgesic in and it
	belongs there," he said.  "I only took it out because I thought you would
	want to ..."

	"Rape you?" Boomer was getting angry again.

	"Make love to me," Starbuck finished.

	"I *did* make love to you."

	"And it was really nice, too.  So gentle and different from Apollo. But I
	thought you'd want to cum inside me. That's what I meant."

	"You're stretched and torn in there.  I would only have hurt you."
	Boomer propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Starbuck.
	"That's really what you want, isn't it?"

	Starbuck nodded.  "But Apollo said on your terms.  If you don't want to
	fuck me, that's okay."

	They had made love by aligning their penises, with Boomer taking charge
	of the rubbing and thrusting.  When they had climaxed, he led Starbuck to
	the turbo wash and let the blond wash him. Then he gently cleaned
	Starbuck off, dried them both, and put him facedown on the bed, where he
	applied the analgesic.  'Surely he prefers being treated gently and with
	respect to being used as a receptacle,' Boomer thought. "Would you like
	to fuck me?" he asked.

	"If you want," Starbuck said languidly.

	"Not particularly," Boomer replied.  "I don't mind though."

	"And I don't mind doing it, but it doesn't seem like either of us really
	wants that."  Starbuck laughed.

	"No I guess not. Have you ever been on top?"

	"Oh yes, Apollo and I tried that on our honeymoon, among other things.
	We're both pretty sure now what we like and don't like.  This was nice
	though.  Different."  Starbuck sounded drowsy.

	Boomer sighed and stroked his friend's chest. He didn't understand, but
	as long as they were happy, he supposed it was alright.  "I guess we'd
	better get dressed and get you back to Apollo."

	When they were about to leave Boomer's quarters, he caught Starbuck's
	chin and turned him to meet his eyes.  "Sex doesn't have to hurt," he
	said.  "And love shouldn't."

	"No, of course not, Boomer," Starbuck replied, a frown furrowing his
	forehead.  "Is that what you think?  You think Apollo hurts me all the
	time?"

	Boomer nodded.  "Sure looked like he was out to humiliate and hurt you
	tonight."

	"This was special.  We were celebrating by going to the next step.  He
	controls me and the next step was for me to accept that control publicly,
	even when it was doing something I didn't like or with someone I didn't
	like." Starbuck stared at his dark friend.  "You thought Apollo .... no,
	no, no.  This was my gift to Apollo - to be willing to be his publicly.
	I've always refused when he's asked.  But this time I offered."

	"Oh.  Well.  That's different from what I thought was going on." 'At
	least it is if you're telling me the truth.' "So what's his gift to you?"

	Starbuck licked his lips.  His eyes gleamed in anticipation.  "Don't
	know.  But I'll find out before the night is over."

	***

	Starbuck quickly stripped and dumped his soiled uniform into the
	refresher.  Apollo pointed towards the turbo wash. Starbuck obediently
	washed himself thoroughly.  Then he returned to the living area for
	Apollo's inspection.  Apollo was seated on the couch and had Starbuck
	stand in front of him and turn slowly.

	The temperature in their quarters was never raised to accommodate
	Starbuck's nudity.  As a result, Starbuck was not acclimated to the
	relative coolness when he had to stand still and naked, especially when
	he was slightly damp from the turbo wash, as now.  In addition, Apollo
	made sure Starbuck was positioned so the fan moving air throughout the
	quarters blew directly on his naked body. Starbuck shivered and Apollo
	smiled.

	Finally Apollo returned to the couch.  "Did you like being shared?"

	"Not the whole thing."

	"What do you mean?"

	"I liked it when you were there, watching.  I didn't mind being with
	Boomer, but I didn't like being alone with Reese."

	Apollo chuckled.  He knew Starbuck was fighting to control his bladder in
	the cold draft.  He was going to draw it out until Starbuck realized
	Apollo was waiting for him to wet himself.  "Tell me something else:
	which of them did you like being with better, Reese or Boomer?"

	"Boomer was nicer, of course.  He was so gentle and caring about my
	pleasure."

	"That isn't what I asked Bucko."

	Starbuck whispered something.

	"I couldn't hear you."

	"I said I preferred what Reese did."

	"Did you?"  Starbuck nodded. "Even when I wasn't there?"

	"Yes.  But the whole idea scared me."

	"Oh, I *know* that."

	"Because I wet myself when you said you weren't coming with us," Starbuck
	mumbled.

	Apollo nodded. "Now I'm going to punish you for wetting yourself in the
	OC," Apollo said.  "Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you
	to open them."  Starbuck closed his eyes. Apollo put something in his
	hand.  "Put Betty back in." Starbuck threaded the catheter up his
	sphincter.  "Take the butt plug out and put Betty in there, too."
	Starbuck obeyed.  "Now you are to stand still.  You may not lean on or
	hold anything.  Nobody's here, so I'm not going to gag you."  The high
	pressure hose came on at its highest non-damaging setting at the same
	time water with tiny shards of crushed ice was pumped up through
	Starbuck's penis.  Starbuck swayed, but did his best to remain upright.
	He felt the high pressure hose click off, but it wasn't removed.  He
	could feel the ice water back flushing and arousing him until the
	pleasure turned into pure pain. It wasn't shut off.  "Apollo, please?"
	No answer. "Please shut the water off, 'Pol."  Silence.  "Pol?"  Starbuck
	began to panic.  His pleading became wordless screams which were suddenly
	shut off by a huge wet mass shoved in his mouth and he couldn't breathe.

	"That's enough, Starbuck."  Apollo took the sponge out of Starbuck's
	mouth as quickly as he had put it in.  "I'm taking Betty out of your ass.
	Hold the water in."

	"Yes, sir." The hose was yanked out roughly and Starbuck clamped his anus
	down.  Then the faucet was turned off.  He felt a tug on the catheter.
	"'Pol, I can't hold it.  I'm overfull.  I can't."

	Apollo slapped his face.  "You do not have permission to urinate or
	ejaculate."  He yanked the catheter out.

	Starbuck felt immediate release and didn't care what Apollo did to him
	for emptying himself.  Then something large was jammed up his rod.  The
	pain from the blocked water and urine was excruciating.  He screamed and
	the sponge was immediately back in his mouth. The pain was replaced by
	cold numbness and the sponge was removed.

	Apollo rubbed Starbuck's back until he was breathing normally again.
	Maybe he had finally gone too far too fast.  "Shall I stop Bucko?" he
	asked softly.

	"No.  I'm okay now."  Starbuck straightened up.  "Only, what is it?"

	"An ice stick.  It'll hold you until you're back on Becky, but it will
	melt during the night, so you'll be able to release. Once I turn out the
	lights, you have permission to release and urinate."

	"'Kay."  Starbuck took a deep breath.  "I'm ready.  Go on."

	Apollo directed Starbuck to Becky and said, "In you go.  Put the gag and
	clamps on and secure your ankles.  I'll get your wrists when you're
	done."

	Starbuck crawled in and did as he was told.

	Apollo straddled him and secured his wrists.  Backing out, he slammed the
	cage door closed, impaling Starbuck on the dildo. Then he turned the
	vibration up to high and closed the closet door on Starbuck's moans.
	When he checked on his lover a quarter centar later, the blond was
	sucking on the gag and rocking himself on the dildo.  His cock and balls
	were purple and swollen, so Apollo reached in to remove the ice stick.

	"No-o-o," Starbuck moaned around the gag, shaking his head violently.

	"Starbuck, don't you want to cum?  Don't you need to pee?" Apollo asked.

	Starbuck shook his head again.  Apollo turned the cage sideways so he
	could reach the front and pulled the gag off so he could speak.  "Leave
	it," Starbuck panted.  "Leave it in ... Don't want to cum.  Don't want to
	piss."

	Apollo looked at his lover in surprise.  Then he reached under him and
	began twisting and thrusting the ice stick.  "Do you like this?"

	Starbuck nodded vigorously.  "More.  Need more."  Apollo obliged him and
	his entire body spasmed within his bonds as he climaxed without release.

	Apollo frowned.  Starbuck was enjoying this entirely too much.  He yanked
	the ice stick out and slapped Starbuck hard on his bruised right buttock.
	"Cum," he commanded.

	Starbuck spasmed again, crying out and spurting directly into his own
	face.  His cum was hot and he thought the stream hitting him would never
	stop.  Finally it ended and he hung limply in his bonds.

	Pointing Starbuck's still hard penis at the collection tray in the floor
	of the cage, Apollo now ordered, "Urinate," and chopped his bladder with
	the side of his hand.

	Tears poured down Starbuck's face as the hot urine poured out and painful
	feeling returned to his bladder and sphincter.

	Apollo nearly gagged on the smell.  He couldn't leave Starbuck in there
	with that all night.  When Starbuck was done, he slid the collection tray
	out and emptied it.  He brought it back and with it the penile insert.
	"Do you still want to be unable to release?" he asked. Exhausted,
	Starbuck raised his head and shook it negatively.  He replaced the gag in
	Starbuck's mouth and turned the cage back around.  "See you in the
	morning, love," he said and closed the door.

	***

	The next morning, Apollo opened the closet door, yanked the cage door out
	and up, and rammed himself into his helpless and exhausted lover.  He
	came quickly and, without pulling out, released Starbuck from the gag and
	bindings, leaving the nipple and ball clamps on.  Then he pulled them
	both out and sat down with Starbuck still impaled on him.  "Had enough?"
	he asked.

	Starbuck nodded but made no move to remove any of the devices still in or
	on him.

	"We're going to the OC for breakfast.  Then Jolly and Greenbean will come
	back here with us and you'll entertain all of us.  When we're all
	satisfied, your punishment will be over."

	"All right."

	"You mean that?"

	Starbuck nodded and pointed to his collar.  "I'm your property to do with
	as you wish.  I want it that way."

	"And you'd like to entertain a group?"

	"Today?  Not really.  I'm sore and I'm tired," Starbuck admitted.

	"But some other time?"

	"Yes, the idea turns me on."

	"And what would you like today?"

	"Apollo, I'm so drained, I really don't know.  Please tell me what to
	do."

	Apollo stroked the blond head sympathetically. "Okay.  You're almost
	done."

	Starbuck nodded against his chest. "Promise."

	"Okay then. Masturbate until I tell you to stop."

	Starbuck bit his lip and did as his master commanded.

	Apollo watched over his shoulder, not wanting to cause Starbuck to fail.
	"Stop," Apollo ordered when he saw Starbuck's balls tighten in the
	clamps.

	Starbuck sobbed but did as he was told.

	Apollo hadn't planned this, but now he was too hard not to fuck Starbuck
	again.  "Lay down flat on the floor."  Apollo followed him down, still
	inside him.  "I'm going to fuck you.  When I'm done, and pull out, roll
	over onto your back."  Starbuck nodded his understanding and Apollo
	pounded him hard and fast, knowing his lover was not enjoying this.  He
	came as quickly as he could and pulled right out.

	Starbuck rolled over then cried out in pain as his bruised and torn flesh
	was scratched by the carpet.

	Apollo had planned to have Starbuck suck him clean, but instead he
	stroked the rigid penis firmly and rhythmically.  "Cum whenever you want,
	love."
	
	Starbuck exploded almost immediately, howling in mixed pain and pleasure
	at his release.

	"Now you can remove the clamps," Apollo said, but Starbuck lay limp,
	whimpering and trembling.  Apollo pulled him into his lap and removed the
	devices.  Then he said, "What can I do for you, love?  This really was
	too much whether you'll admit it or not."

	Starbuck snuggled closer to his love and murmured,  "Just hold me and let
	me sleep."

	"I can do that," Apollo whispered, rocking Starbuck gently as his eyes
	drifted closed.  After a few centons, Apollo got up and put Starbuck on
	the bed.  Using warm cloths, he cleaned both of them up, tucked Starbuck
	in, and padded into the living area where he spoke softly into the comm
	unit, arranging for substitutes for both of them and care for Boxey.
	Then he returned quietly to the bedroom and slipped into bed, enveloping
	Starbuck with his body.

	Starbuck turned and nuzzled Apollo's shoulder.  "This is nice, too," he
	said.  "Not as exciting as some of the other things we do, but it's still
	nice."  Kissing Apollo on the neck, he whispered, "I love you, 'Pol."

	Apollo hugged him closer.  "I love you, too, Bucko.  Now sleep."

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