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.
Tom took one long stride toward
the young guard.
"Lieutenant," Chakotay said quietly but with just enough authority to stop Tom in his tracks.
The young man moved into the room past Tom and took the plate and water over to where Chakotay sat.
"I shouldn't be here," he said quietly to Chakotay. "Calven is in a terrible mood, and I thought I had better warn you that in your own interest you had better behave as he wants you to."
"And how exactly do you suggest we behave?" Tom had swung round and was glaring at the guard.
The boy ignored Tom; in his eyes, the vibes coming from the pilot were not healthy ones.
"Your friends, the females that were with you, they have escaped. The girl with the ridges on her forehead, a klingon I think Calven said, she knocked out two of the guards and broke the leg of another. Calven has men out looking for them."
Chakotay studied the young man for a moment and then asked quietly, "Why are you here with this group? You obviously don't like what your leader is doing, or you wouldn't be as concerned about our safety as you are."
The young man seemed to pale. "I have nowhere else to go. My parents were killed in a civil uprising many years ago, and Calven has cared for me ever since. He's all that is left of my family, he is my brother." With that he turned and started back towards the cell door. He stopped in front of Tom. "Perform well or he will turn both of you over to the men, and believe me once they get a hold of you, death will be welcomed." With that he moved out through the door bolting it behind him.
Tom moved to the cot and gingerly sat down beside Chakotay. "Do you think he was telling the truth about the girls?" he said as he eased himself over the cot until his back was supported by the wall.
Chakotay nodded, "I think so. Let's face it; he has no reason to lie. If the girls were here, well let's just say that they would have used that to their advantage."
Chakotay held the plate of fruit and bread out to Tom who shook his head and sighed, "I don't have an appetite Chakotay." Tom gently pushed the plate away.
"If B'Elanna has gotten away, she'll find some way to contact Voyager. We just have to hang on," Chakotay said thoughtfully. He set the plate down on the floor and stood up. He moved away from the cot to the far side of the cell, unbuttoned his uniform pants and let them slide to the floor. Then, supporting himself with one arm against the wall, he kicked them off.
Tom sat quietly watching before his curiosity got the better of him. "Chakotay, just what the fuck are you doing?"
"Tom," Chakotay sighed, "I'm going to try and prepare myself for this evening. It will make things easier for both of us." He looked at Tom and felt the colour rise in his cheeks. "I've never done this for myself before, and if I'm honest, it's been years since a man took me like that."
"So you're usually the giver not the taker? Figures." The words were out before Tom had a chance to think about them.
Chakotay frowned. "When I have a partner, Lieutenant, yes I am normally the more dominant, but I like to be made love to as well. Relationships, in my opinion, are a two way street."
Turning his back on Tom, he knelt down on one knee. With his other leg bent and his foot flat on the floor to steady him, he reached behind himself and awkwardly started to prepare that most intimate of entrances into his body.
Tom watched quietly as his commander's fingers started to stretch the tight ring of muscle. He jumped when a cry of pain escaped from Chakotay's lips.
"Chakotay what's wrong?" He had scrambled off the cot and was at Chakotay's side in seconds.
The commander shook his head and grimaced. "Cramp...in my shoulder. Oh spirits, it's sore." Slowly he tried to bring his arm back round to the front of his body. His breath coming in quick sharp bursts along with the stabbing pain through the muscles of his shoulder.
"Hold on would you," Tom chided, "just stay still a minute." Kneeling beside Chakotay, Tom started to massage the tight muscles of his commander's upper arm and shoulder. Gently he brought Chakotay's arm round to his side. "Flex your fingers if it's not too sore."
Chakotay did as he was asked while supporting his weight with his other hand against the wall and bringing his leg down so he was no kneeling on the ground.
"Better?" Tom enquired.
Chakotay nodded. "Yes, much, thanks. Guess I'm a little out of condition." From his kneeling position, Chakotay moved so that he was now sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.
"Tom, we should be ready to take any opportunity to escape and if you see a chance to get out of here, you take it - understand?"
"Yeah like hell I will if it means I'm leaving you here on your own."
Tom settled onto his knees beside Chakotay to relieve the pressure of his swollen cock against the fabric of his trousers. He didn't want to admit it but watching the big Maquis prepare himself for sex had turned him on, and touching his skin as he kneaded the cramped muscles had finished him.
Chakotay suddenly grabbed Tom by the chin and pulled him so close to his lips that they were almost touching.
"That is NOT a request Paris, it's an order, got that?" Tom winced held fast in Chakotay's powerful grip. "Got that?" he repeated. Tom nodded as much as the commander's tight grip would allow.
Chakotay smiled and then his lips touched Tom's so fleetingly that the pilot couldn't make up his mind whether it had happened or not.
Releasing Tom, Chakotay reached over for his trousers. "I'm glad we understand each other. Now we should eat and get some rest. I don't think it will be too long until they come for us."
It wasn't long before Chakotay
and Tom heard the familiar sound of the key turning in the lock. The young
guard that they now knew to be Calven's brother entered the cell flanked
on either side by two guards whose weapons were drawn.
"It's time," the young man said and motioned for Chakotay and Tom to move.
Tom frowned, his cocky flyboy mask settling on his face despite the fact that it bore no resemblance to how he was feeling.
"All this firepower for two unarmed prisoners," he quipped and moved to fall in behind his commanding officer. "Your boss feeling a little insecure?"
The young guard sighed deeply and shook his head, "my brother is most unhappy about the rest of your group escaping, you two will NOT be given the opportunity to do the same. Move,"
The point of a rifle was pushed into Tom's ribs and they were escorted out of the cell and along the corridor. A few minutes later both officers found themselves standing again on the raised platform in the centre of the large hall. At the far side of the platform lay the bruised and bleeding form of one of Calven's guards.
Calven glared at his prisoners and then turned in the direction of the unconscious man.
"Finish him," he growled to the two men standing at his side, "I will waste no more of my energy on fools and let this be a lesson to all of you not to cross me."
Chakotay and Tom stood motionless as the body was dragged away, both wondering what crime the man had committed that would incur such a fierce beating and death.
Calven turned his attentions to Chakotay and Tom ignoring their unspoken question. "Commander, Lieutenant, I trust tonight's entertainment will be good."
With that said, he turned to the guards who had escorted them from their cell. "Strip them." Gesturing to his men as he took his seat at the side of the platform, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Sit, drink, enjoy." He then lifted a glass from the table and brought it to his lips while Chakotay and Tom were manhandled out of their uniforms.
Tom felt the colour flush into his cheeks as Calven's men started their tirade of obscenities.
"Try to ignore them Tom," Chakotay said quietly.
Tom swallowed hard. "Lieutenant, we are waiting," Calven called from his front row seat.
Taking a deep breath, Tom placed his hands on Chakotay's shoulders indicating with a light pressure that he wanted Chakotay on his hands and knees.
Tom knelt awkwardly behind Chakotay and steadied himself by placing his hands on either side of Chakotay's hips. Then, blushing furiously, he moved back a little dropping one hand between himself and Chakotay's behind.
Trembling, he started to stroke himself to hardness, and once he was erect, he positioned himself at the entrance to Chakotay's body and slowly pushed in. Lost in the warm tight heat of Chakotay's body, Tom managed to push all the other noise from his head. Chakotay stayed as still as he was able and let Tom move within him.
Tom closed his eyes concentrating completely on the sensations around his groin and shooting through his cock.
"What kind of a pitiful show is this?" Tom's eyes sprung open to see
Calven standing on the platform beside them, his face crimson with rage. "I have seen wild animals show more passion when mating. YOU!" Calven motioned to one of the guards that had acted as their wardens. "Show him how it's done."
Tom cried out with rage as he was roughly seized and dragged away from
Chakotay. He kicked out with his feet and struggled fiercely, watching as three guards grabbed Chakotay and dragged him towards a table on the other side of the room.
"Noooo!!" Tom screamed. "Please Calven, leave him. I'll do it right, we will do it right," Tom sobbed but Calven ignored him.
"BASTARD!" Tom cried and Calven turned and swiped the back of his hand across Tom's mouth bringing blood splattering from Tom's lip.
"Chakotay!" Tom cried, trying to wrench himself free of his guard while he watched the big Maquis fighting against the men who held him. "Leave him alone you bastards! Cowards!"
Calven then turned his attention back to Chakotay. He lifted his hand and held up two fingers. "I want another to help teach our Commander here the art of entertainment. And for every other act of insolence from you," he shot a glance at Tom, "I will add another of my men. Your Commander's fate is in your hands. You have already brought this upon him."
Tom choked back a sob as he watched two of Calven's men pull Chakotay's legs apart. His arms were tied behind his back, and one of Calven's men held his head hard against the table. Chakotay tried desperately to wriggle free but found himself held fast.
Tom blinked back tears and closed his eyes as the burly guard that
Calven had called on came to stand behind Chakotay.
"Open your eyes Lieutenant. This lesson is for you, remember?" Tom's head was suddenly jerked back as Calven grabbed the back of his hair. "Now watch how a proper man fucks."
The big guard unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall around his ankles. Then grinning, he turned to let Tom watch as he pumped his cock causing it to grow in length and girth. When he was fully aroused, he turned back to Chakotay. He rubbed the head of his cock over one firm rounded buttock and then the other. Then, without warning, he rammed himself hard into Chakotay bringing a scream from the man held beneath him. Mercilessly, he pounded into Chakotay pulling himself almost all the way out before he rammed himself back into Chakotay's tender flesh.
"Please," Tom whimpered, his blue eyes brimming with tears. "Please Calven, don't do this."
Calven looked at Tom and shook his head; then he lifted his hand into the air holding up three fingers for his men to see. "It seems like our young friend here would like his lesson extended. Barack." Calven spoke to the young guard that Tom and Chakotay had discovered was Calven's brother. "You shall be third. Ride him well brother."
Tom felt his head swim and his legs begin to sway as the first guard emptied himself into Chakotay and a second guard took his place. The small amount of food that Chakotay had encouraged him to eat earlier without warning expelled itself from his stomach, and he was left with the bitter taste of bile in his mouth.
When the second guard was finished, Barack moved behind Chakotay. He ran his fingers over the Maquis' back and buttocks and dipped his hand between Chakotay's legs.
"Brother?" he said bringing his hand up to study it. "It seems like our warriors have been too much for our friend here to cope with." He lifted up his hand and displayed the mixture of blood and semen on his fingers.
"It seems like he is more fragile than our women." There was a roar of laughter from those sitting around the platform. "If we let him heal, we can have more fun tempering his spirit tomorrow, Brother, and who knows perhaps the blond will entertain us as well."
Calven laughed and nodded, moving to the youngster's side. "Barack, you are
wise beyond your years. Take them back to the cell and then join me for
supper."
TBC