Disclaimer:- Paramount owns all that is and ever shall be star trek, I merely borrow them for the sadistic reason of making the characters dance to my tune. I promise to return them bruised perhaps but all the same in one piece.
Rating N/C 17 because anything else wouldn't be as much fun
My thanks to Robin who has worked her way for the past x amount of days beta reading these parts. Her encouragement is never ending and her tolerance for fixing up my terrible spelling and grammar is amazing. She is as always a constant source of support.
To Robin with my thanks, to Kalem with my love.
Chakotay emerged from the darkness his eyes stinging and watering in the bright light. He closed his eyes, blinking repeatedly as he tried to focus. Glancing over his shoulder, he could see that Tom was behind him, bound as he was with his arms behind his back. Once his eyes had adjusted enough to the overpowering light supplied by Halceon's twin suns, Chakotay cautiously looked around, they were back in the large courtyard which was situated in the centre of the old building in which they had been housed since their capture. At the moment, his main concern was the women of the away team: B'Elanna, Sam and Simy. He hadn't seen them since the attack. All he knew was that after the brief firefight, they had been separated ambushed just one day into their two week mission to find supplies.
"Commander?" He turned to see the alien that he recognised as his captor's leader moving towards him. He was tall bronzed with long black hair braided and tied back from his face, it was to him that their attackers brought them. He had introduced himself as Calven leader of a nomadic band of mercenaries who although based here in this mountainous and secluded area far from the heavily populated cities of Halceon could be bought to fight for any cause if the price was right.
Quelling his desire to spit in the man's face, Chakotay asked quietly, "Where are the others of my group?"
Calven smiled. "Are you being treated well commander, I gave instruction to my men that you be given time to recover from our first little chat." He grinned making a show of his authority in front of his men, "You know commander I have studied a great deal of the information found on your craft's database. Your race is weak and pitiful, always seeking out the peaceful solution. Why is that do you think?"
Chakotay stared up into the cold blue eyes of the man in front of him and repeated his question, "Where are the women of my group?"
Calven turned and looked towards a doorway on the other side of the courtyard, a menacing sneer slowly spreading across his face. "Oh I think we will be having some fun with them shortly."
As he stood behind Chakotay, Tom had remained quiet, but the threat to the women's safety caused a tide of obscenities to rush from his lips. In an instant, he had moved kicking out at one of the aliens guarding him, his long legs sweeping the others out from under him and both came crashing to the floor. Unable to break his fall, Tom landed heavily on his side but anger caused him to kick out again.
"Paris!" Chakotay turned and watched in horror as another of the aliens ran to where Tom was trying to get back up on his feet. In one swift venomous move, the alien brought the butt of his weapon crashing down on the side of Tom's face knocking him back to the ground.
Chakotay still bound tried to move between Tom and his attacker. "Leave him," he screamed at the alien. "Paris enough, that's an order." As another blow came raining down on the defenceless blond pilot, Chakotay pleaded, "Calven call him off." Calven raised his hand and the guard moved back.
Tom lay groaning on the ground, blood pouring from his busted lip. "Bastard," Tom groaned, "let's see you try that again with me untied."
Chakotay shot Tom a withering look. "Paris shut your mouth that's an order." Tom snorted his disgust at the situation he was in and slowly, painfully began to make his way up onto his knees.
Chakotay turned to Calven once again, "Our women, I want to see them are they are alive."
Calven grinned. "Oh they are alive commander. They are too much of an important commodity to harm. You see there are few pleasures here for us. They will, I am sure, provide hours of amusement for my men."
Chakotay became aware that Tom had made it to his feet and turned slightly, daring Tom to cross the line and defy a direct order. A sickly smile crossed Calven's face as he studied the two men bound in front of him, reading carefully the non-verbal communication between the two.
Raising his hand, he motioned to the guards standing close by, "Take them back to the cell, clean them up and feed them." With those words, he turned on his heal and headed for where the women were being held.
Left alone in the small cell, Chakotay cleaned the blood from Tom's mouth. "What the fuck did you think you were going to achieve with all that crap?" Chakotay growled.
Tom winced as the water stung his face. "I don't know," he admitted quietly. "It just seemed like the right think to do at the time." Absently he rubbed at his wrists as his commander finished his ministrations.
"What do you think he meant by amusement?" Tom said without really thinking about it.
Chakotay sat back on his heels and shook his head. "I don't know, but I'm sure it's not going to be pleasant for any of us. Get some sleep Tom. You look like you could use it, and we don't know when they will come back for us." Tom nodded and leaning his head against the cold stonewall of the cell closed his eyes while Chakotay kept vigil.
A short time later, Calven was standing at the cell door grinning, Tom thought, like some demented Cheshire cat with wind. "Gentlemen your ship's database is a wonderful store of information, and it has helped me come to a decision about your fate. You consider your females the weaker of your sex is that right?"
Tom snorted. "Try saying that to B'Elanna when she's pre-menstrual, and let me how you feel after she rips your tongue out of your head."
Chakotay shook his head. "Our women are considered equals in our society, but some of our female species don't have the same strength as the males of their kind, why?"
Calven nodded, his plans for night's entertainment forming in his head. Turning to the three guards that stood close by he snapped, "Bring them to hall," and made his way out of the room.
A short time later both men stood arms tied behind their backs in the centre of what looked like a banqueting room, tables and chairs skirted the walls and a raised area was visible in the middle of the room. Both lifted their heads as Klingon obscenities emanated from an open door at the far side of the room. One thing was for sure, B'Elanna was alive and there was nothing wrong with her lungs.
Chakotay and Tom stood motionless that is until the women were dragged into the hall only partially dressed. Sam was crying as was Simy, while Bel was kicking and screaming fit to burst. Chakoty and Tom pulled at the leather restraints binding their wrists, trying to break free of the guards. 'Bastards!!' Tom screamed at the top of his voice. "What the fuck have you done to them?"
Calven ignored Tom's verbal assault as his men filed into the room. Once they were seated, he turned to the two men being held by his guards.
"Commander is it not your people's way to protect their females?" Chakotay nodded. Calven then moved round in front of Tom, gripping the blond pilot's jaw in one hand and pulling Tom's head up to look at him. "Commander, you can choose one of three options, one my men make use of your females as they wish, two my men make use of your lieutenant here as they wish or three you use the lieutenant and perform for my men and myself. I'll give you five minutes to decide. No matter what my men and I will be entertained." Releasing Tom, he moved towards the men sitting in front of the small stage.
Chakotay stood stock-still and at a loss for words, while Tom stared forward, wide eyed. It was Tom who spoke first. "Chakotay?" His voice was almost a whisper. "You can't let them at the girls, you can't." Tom had already resigned himself to what he thought would be his commander's obvious choice. His stomach knotted, and he tried hard to stop the shaking. He was going to be raped by god knew how many. Tom closed his eyes and bowed his head trying to push his imminent fate from his mind.
"Tom?" Tom looked up to see the warm brown eyes of his commanding officer. "Tom do you trust me?"
Tom nodded, "I guess."
"Have you ever been with a man Tom?"
Tom tried to blink back the tears but failed miserably. "No, not completely never…. fuck," he said in embarrassment. "Never all the way." Chakotay nodded and turned as Calven headed back to where both men stood.
"Well Commander?" Calven moved to stand directly in front of Chakotay. "Which method will you choose to entertain my men?"
"The third," Chakotay replied so quietly that Tom missed it.
Calven grinned delighted by the commander's decision. They had caught women before and had fun with them, but making these men perform was something new it was a new way to show his strength as a leader.
Chakotay and Tom were hauled unceremoniously into the centre of the room and untied as a slow chant from their captors began to echo round the room. Tom was lost in a fog, his mind retreating back to some safe haven, so much so that he didn't register that Chakotay was with him being roughly stripped by two of Calven's men.
When the commander stood naked, it was Tom's turn. The guards moved him this way and that, as his body refused to help in any way. It was only when he stood naked, tears in his eyes, that he became more aware of what was going on. He shivered in the cool air of the room and slowly lifted his head letting his gaze move from one table to the next. His eyes met B'Elanna's and the tears flowed more freely.
"Tom?" A gentle voice came from behind him. "It will be ok. If they leave it with just the two of us as the entertainment, it will be ok. I'll try not to hurt you."
Tom turned, confusion, shock and disbelief evident on his face. Chakotay stood naked in front of him.
"It's just you and I, Tom. It's just you and I," Chakotay repeated, holding his hand out to the blond pilot. The chanting got louder, and Chakotay tried desperately to get through to the younger man. He pulled Tom into his arms and slowly started to kiss the pilot's neck and chest. Tom stood stock-still, unable to fully comprehend what was going on.
"Tom, look at me, it's just you and I. Concentrate on me, just on me. It's just we two that are here, no one else." Gently he tugged at Tom, letting him know that he wanted him to get down onto the floor.
Tom didn't resist; he let Chakotay lower him gently and then cover his body with his own. Chakotay sought out Tom's lips, first kissing them lightly with butterfly kisses and then following those with deep, searching, penetrating kisses. Between each kiss, Chakotay spoke softly to Tom. "It will be ok," he repeated over and over again.
Each move from Chakotay brought cat calling and laughter from their tormentors. Chakotay ignored them, concentrating on Tom instead. Slowly he lowered his hand seeking out the pilot's flaccid cock. Gently he handled it, rubbing and manipulating it, teasing it but to no avail. Such was Tom's terror that it seemed it would be impossible for him to achieve an erection.
Chakotay kissed Tom again and whispered quietly, "Work with me, Tom, please. If you don't, they will hurt you, either you or the girls. Please Tom, try."
Slowly, gently, Chakotay kissed his way down Tom's body, trying every trick in the book to get Tom aroused. This was not the way he had ever imagined making love to the blond pilot who was the cause of almost all his wet dreams and fantasies.
Tears streamed down Tom's cheeks as Chakotay continued his gentle manipulation of the pilot's cock with his hands, while kissing Tom's stomach. Tom felt sick, ashamed, frightened--deafened by the roaring of Calven and his men.
Then everything seemed to go quiet, or at least it did to Tom whose universe had suddenly become centred round his cock, which had been engulfed in some warm, moist haven. Opening his eyes for the first time, he looked down to see Chakotay sucking gently on the flaccid organ, and that vision alone was enough to make Tom's cock begin to swell.
His brain tried desperately to make sense of the situation that he was in. Chakotay, ex-Maquis captain and Voyager's first officer, was going down on him to save him from Calven's men. He shivered and groaned as Chakotay's tongue flicked across the head of his now fully erect shaft. Chakotay then shifted his position slightly lifting Tom's legs so that he could get more access to his balls. One, then the other was sucked into Chakotay's mouth, and each received the same tender ministrations.
Tom slowly became aware that the chant from the spectators had changed and that screams and shouts of "Fuck him" echoed round the large hall.
Chakotay slowly lifted his head and stared at Tom. "Tom get onto your knees for me."
Slowly the pilot brought up his legs and rolled onto his knees. He looked around at Calven's men, some were drinking and others were masturbating, egged on by the show that Tom and Chakotay were forced to put on for them. He closed his eyes biting back more tears and whimpered, "For fuck sake Chakotay just get it over with please."
Chakotay looked over at Calvin who was watching them closely.
"Well Commander, it's either you or perhaps a few of my men here." Calven raised his hand and pointed to his men. "I'm sure any one or perhaps a few of them would willingly take your place."
"Chakotay," Tom begged, "please, just do it. Don't let them at me."
As Chakotay gently stroked Tom's back, he cursed the fact that he was being forced to do this to Tom, but he knew that the alternative would have been much worse. Slipping his free hand round Tom's waist, he again stroked Tom's erection, taking time to gather the sticky clear fluid onto his fingers. There was nothing else he could use for lubrication, and he needed to use something or he would most likely tear Tom to ribbons.
"Tom, relax as much as you can. I'm going to start and stretch you."
Tom lowered his top half to the ground falling into a totally submissive posture, which mirrored his distress and humiliation.
Chakotay pushed one finger slowly into Tom's anus, and he heard the pilot sob, while Calven's men roared more insults and their chants of "fuck him" got louder. Gently he began the slow process of stretching the tight ring of muscle, one finger, two fingers, three then four. Occasionally, he rubbed over Tom's prostate and was relieved when he heard a groan in response to each hit. When he thought Tom was stretched enough to take him, he started to pump his own cock spreading the precum as much as he could over the head and shaft, but all the while keeping the fingers of his other hand embedded in Tom's ass.
When he felt he had done all he could, Chakotay lay over Tom's back kissing the young man trembling beneath him.
"Tom," Chakotay said quietly so that Calvin couldn't hear his distress. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me." Then he positioned himself behind Tom and slowly started to push into him.
Toms sobbed as though his heart was about to explode, but it wasn't pain or discomfort that caused his grief; it was the humiliation both he and Chakotay were being forced to endure. Then without warning, he felt dizzy as something resembling a mild electric shock spread through his whole body. His skin tingled, and his cock started to throb. A low groan escaped the pilot's lips.
"Oh Fuck!!" Tom said and shakily pushed himself up so his weight was again on his arms.
Chakotay hit Tom's prostate again, sending the same magical feeling coursing through Tom's body.
"Chakotay!! Oh fuck," Tom panted, and despite himself, he pushed himself deeper onto Chakotay's cock. "Oh fuck, oh gods," Tom repeated as Chakotay changed position over and over trying to hit Tom's prostate on each deep inward thrust.
The chants had erupted into obscenities and screams of "harder, fuck him harder," but Chakotay never altered his rhythm, continuing the long deep thrusts that were bringing him nearer and nearer to orgasm. When he felt he was just about to come, he snaked his hand around Tom's waist and fondled his erection. A few gentle tugs and one last assault on that special gland was all it took, and Tom was crying out to all and sundry as he emptied himself into Chakotay's hand. Then it was Chakotay's turn; Tom's jerking and ass muscles tightening around his cock milking him for all he was worth. Exhausted, he collapsed on Tom's back, his bronze skin glistening with sweat from the exertion of fucking the young pilot.
Calven laughed and applauded the two men as they lay on the floor.
"Well done Commander, excellent, a good night's entertainment." He smiled as Tom and Chakotay lifted their heads to look at him. "Tomorrow it will be your Lieutenant's turn to fuck you as we enjoy ourselves. Guards!! Take them back to the cell."
TBC