Exercise #93, part 3
The winds of fortune seem to be conspiring to give me lots of time to write at work.
And I'm *not* complaining!
Onwards, onwards ...
Title: Exercise #93
Author: Taylor Dancinghands - taylor@willendorphians.com
Series: TOS
Pairing: Data/Picard
Ratings: Slash, BDSM, NC-17: Very Explict Homoerotic Content!
(Don't say I didn't warn you).
Summary: "The subject I have been studying this week," Data began at last, meeting Jean Luc's gaze directly, "is control."
Exercise #93
by Taylor Dancinghands
Back to part 2
Data had apparently stepped away for moment to collect something from the cargo case, but he returned now, placing a gentle hand on Jean Luc's ass. It quickly became clear what it was that Data had fetched from the case as now Jean Luc felt something new demanding entrance to his well-prepared opening. The dildo was large -a little larger than what Jean Luc was used to- and it stretched him, almost too much, but not quite. Panting slightly, fists clenched above his bindings, Jean Luc felt the dildo slowly press into him, moving deeper and deeper.
When he was penetrated to Data's apparent satisfaction, he felt Data adjusting the apparatus restraining his cock and balls, and shortly came to discover that the dildo was now secured in place, linked to those bindings. Now the least movement on his part caused a wave of nearly painful stimulation and arousal to course through every part of his sex. It was all he could do not to cry out and beg for Data's mercy.
“I wonder,” Data mused, having stepped back again to admire his handiwork, “what you would think if you could see yourself now?”
Naturally Jean Luc found himself unable *not* to imagine what a spectacle he must present now -spreadeagled on the cross, bound and penetrated. Part of him found the imagined image deeply disturbing, filling him with shame that he'd even allowed himself to be used in such a way, much less that he was enjoying it. Another part, however, was deeply aroused at the thought, and the strongly clashing feelings of shame and arousal tore at him, leaving him feeling lost and helpless.
“I believe I am finding it … most appealing,” Data commented, “to see you … displayed in this manner. You would *appear* to be enjoying yourself,” he added. “Are you?”
It took Jean Luc a moment to recall that Data would require a response. Realizing this, however, calmed some of the turmoil in him. If he was lost or helpless it was because Data had made him so and Data would take care of him just as long as he complied with his wishes. He had just been asked a question, so an answer would be required. *Was* he enjoying himself? The truthful answer was troubling but he was obliged to give it.
“Yes,” Jean Luc confessed, the shame he wished to deny coloring his voice.
“I knew you would,” Data whispered into his ear pressing his body close again. “I knew you would love this.”
Jean Luc shut his eyes tight and immersed himself in the myriad feelings threatening to overwhelm him. The intensity of the sensations and emotions of the moment left him no room for either speculation or reflection and so he found himself present in the moment only, without even much awareness of time.
Data's warm body and strong arms had been there always, just as he had always been bound here, just as his whole body had always been consumed with arousal and desire. He was, therefore, taken entirely unawares by the nipple clamps.
At first he thought that it was merely Data pinching his nipples, but then it was both nipples and Jean Luc's eyes snapped open to see Data experimentally tapping one of them to make certain that it was secure. A slender chain connected the clamps so that when one moved the other did as well, and Data's tap caused both Jean Luc's nipples to be tugged simultaneously. He gasped loudly in response and Data chuckled in his ear and reached around to pull sharply at the middle of the connecting chain. The clips held painfully and Jean Luc yelped loudly.
Blinking as he recovered himself, Jean Luc now observed Data attaching another length of chain at the center point of the one connecting Jean Luc's two nipple clamps. This chain he passed around the back of the cross where the two beams intersected, just below Jean Luc's belly. Kneeling now, Data attached the end of this chain to the bindings tightly containing Jean Luc's cock. He did not leave much slack.
Data stood again and Jean Luc held his breath in anticipatory terror as Data reached around him and the cross to take up the chain that connected the nipple clamps to his cock. With helpless fascination Jean Luc watched Data gather the chain in his hand and then tugged sharply. With that single slight motion Data was able to stimulate Jean Luc's nipples, cock, balls and ass all at once.
“Oh god!!” The words were ripped out of him before he could think to stop them. “Dear god, Data … please …”
His knees gave way as well and he once again hung from his wrists. Data dropped the chain, which was hardly without effect for Jean Luc, especially as he struggled to regain his feet again. Every time his body moved against the cross it tugged on the chain, making his task even more difficult. Data helped him up at last, lifting from just beneath his armpits (and above the nipples) then a laid a hand on his shoulder, gripping it firmly.
“You have spoken without permission again,” he said.
***
... and so he has!
Stay tuned to see what happens *next*!
On to part 4
T.D.
And I'm *not* complaining!
Onwards, onwards ...
Title: Exercise #93
Author: Taylor Dancinghands - taylor@willendorphians.com
Series: TOS
Pairing: Data/Picard
Ratings: Slash, BDSM, NC-17: Very Explict Homoerotic Content!
(Don't say I didn't warn you).
Summary: "The subject I have been studying this week," Data began at last, meeting Jean Luc's gaze directly, "is control."
Exercise #93
by Taylor Dancinghands
Back to part 2
Data had apparently stepped away for moment to collect something from the cargo case, but he returned now, placing a gentle hand on Jean Luc's ass. It quickly became clear what it was that Data had fetched from the case as now Jean Luc felt something new demanding entrance to his well-prepared opening. The dildo was large -a little larger than what Jean Luc was used to- and it stretched him, almost too much, but not quite. Panting slightly, fists clenched above his bindings, Jean Luc felt the dildo slowly press into him, moving deeper and deeper.
When he was penetrated to Data's apparent satisfaction, he felt Data adjusting the apparatus restraining his cock and balls, and shortly came to discover that the dildo was now secured in place, linked to those bindings. Now the least movement on his part caused a wave of nearly painful stimulation and arousal to course through every part of his sex. It was all he could do not to cry out and beg for Data's mercy.
“I wonder,” Data mused, having stepped back again to admire his handiwork, “what you would think if you could see yourself now?”
Naturally Jean Luc found himself unable *not* to imagine what a spectacle he must present now -spreadeagled on the cross, bound and penetrated. Part of him found the imagined image deeply disturbing, filling him with shame that he'd even allowed himself to be used in such a way, much less that he was enjoying it. Another part, however, was deeply aroused at the thought, and the strongly clashing feelings of shame and arousal tore at him, leaving him feeling lost and helpless.
“I believe I am finding it … most appealing,” Data commented, “to see you … displayed in this manner. You would *appear* to be enjoying yourself,” he added. “Are you?”
It took Jean Luc a moment to recall that Data would require a response. Realizing this, however, calmed some of the turmoil in him. If he was lost or helpless it was because Data had made him so and Data would take care of him just as long as he complied with his wishes. He had just been asked a question, so an answer would be required. *Was* he enjoying himself? The truthful answer was troubling but he was obliged to give it.
“Yes,” Jean Luc confessed, the shame he wished to deny coloring his voice.
“I knew you would,” Data whispered into his ear pressing his body close again. “I knew you would love this.”
Jean Luc shut his eyes tight and immersed himself in the myriad feelings threatening to overwhelm him. The intensity of the sensations and emotions of the moment left him no room for either speculation or reflection and so he found himself present in the moment only, without even much awareness of time.
Data's warm body and strong arms had been there always, just as he had always been bound here, just as his whole body had always been consumed with arousal and desire. He was, therefore, taken entirely unawares by the nipple clamps.
At first he thought that it was merely Data pinching his nipples, but then it was both nipples and Jean Luc's eyes snapped open to see Data experimentally tapping one of them to make certain that it was secure. A slender chain connected the clamps so that when one moved the other did as well, and Data's tap caused both Jean Luc's nipples to be tugged simultaneously. He gasped loudly in response and Data chuckled in his ear and reached around to pull sharply at the middle of the connecting chain. The clips held painfully and Jean Luc yelped loudly.
Blinking as he recovered himself, Jean Luc now observed Data attaching another length of chain at the center point of the one connecting Jean Luc's two nipple clamps. This chain he passed around the back of the cross where the two beams intersected, just below Jean Luc's belly. Kneeling now, Data attached the end of this chain to the bindings tightly containing Jean Luc's cock. He did not leave much slack.
Data stood again and Jean Luc held his breath in anticipatory terror as Data reached around him and the cross to take up the chain that connected the nipple clamps to his cock. With helpless fascination Jean Luc watched Data gather the chain in his hand and then tugged sharply. With that single slight motion Data was able to stimulate Jean Luc's nipples, cock, balls and ass all at once.
“Oh god!!” The words were ripped out of him before he could think to stop them. “Dear god, Data … please …”
His knees gave way as well and he once again hung from his wrists. Data dropped the chain, which was hardly without effect for Jean Luc, especially as he struggled to regain his feet again. Every time his body moved against the cross it tugged on the chain, making his task even more difficult. Data helped him up at last, lifting from just beneath his armpits (and above the nipples) then a laid a hand on his shoulder, gripping it firmly.
“You have spoken without permission again,” he said.
***
... and so he has!
Stay tuned to see what happens *next*!
On to part 4
T.D.