Exercise #93, part 4
Nearly done!
Most of it's written now and just needs to be edited and posted!
Hooray!
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 3
Part 4
Jean Luc nodded, wretched with helpless dread. He knew he had transgressed and was now as powerless to resist his punishment as he had been to prevent his transgression. He looked up to see Data standing beside him, holding a ball gag in one hand.
“It appears that this will now be required to assure your compliance,” he said. Jean Luc paled as he contemplated the device, unable to stop the image of how he would appear with the humiliating addition of the ball gag from painting itself across his mind’s eye. Data seemed to sense his dread and considered him for moment.
“If you truly wish it,” he began thoughtfully, “I may consider granting you one more chance to control yourself.” He held the ball gag away, offering a reprieve. “Is that what you want?”
Swallowing hard Jean Luc struggled with the decision before him. He knew what he *should* want, but could not bring himself to ask for it. To his horror, instead, Jean Luc found himself shaking his head slowly. “No,” he said, barely more than whispering the word.
Data’s smile held such affection as he leaned over to kiss Jean Luc gently on the face, and the newly awakened needy creature dwelling in his heart knew that he had made the right choice. Even as another part of him knew full well that he had been brilliantly manipulated into taking part in his own humiliation and subjugation, he opened his mouth to accept the gag, and knew only the joy of it.
Data had trailed his fingers lovingly over Jean Luc’s smooth scalp as he finished fastening the gag, and Jean Luc gave a quiet moan of pleasure around the obstruction in his mouth. He heard Data step away and return to the cargo case once again, and then he heard his voice, commanding.
“Look back at me now,” he said, and Jean Luc complied, craning his neck over his right shoulder and feeling the strap from the ball gag pull at the corners of his mouth. Data had removed his uniform jacket and stood now in his gray sleeveless tunic and his uniform trousers. He smiled broadly to see Jean Luc looking back at him, and more broadly still to see Jean Luc’s eyes widen in distress when he spotted the riding crop in Data’s hand.
“This,” said Data, still smiling, “this is an image I shall cherish forever, my captain.” He reached out to lift Jean Luc’s chin with the tip of the riding crop, shaking his own head slowly as he savored the sight.
“You are … magnificent,” he continued, his gaze and the riding crop shifting lower now. “And I believe that bite mark may be with you for at least a day or two.” He prodded the bruised spot on his left cheek with the crop, and then Jean Luc saw Data draw the crop back to strike and shut his eyes tight in anticipation of the blow.
“Eyes front now,” Data commanded, and Jean Luc complied instantly. A second later he felt the first blow land. It landed with a loud snap in the spot where Data had bit him, and it smarted and made Jean Luc flinch slightly in his bonds. A moment later the crop struck again -his right cheek this time- a bit harder, and Jean Luc felt a little cry escape past the gag.
Now the crop began to strike him regularly, every few seconds or so but never regularly enough for him to guess when it would fall next. There was no telling *where* the blows would fall either. The first few landed on his ass, with equal distribution over both cheeks, but then he felt the crop begin landing on his back and shoulders and on his thighs. Before very long there was not one spot in any of those areas that did not burn with the memory of the crop's kisses.
Still, Data did not let up but began, it seemed to Jean Luc, to strike even harder. Soon he found himself crying out every time a blow struck. Drawing desperate gasps between each blow, the rain of blows came to dictate the timing of his very breaths, and there was so little left of Jean Luc’s self possession that he thought almost nothing of it.
Once again Jean Luc found himself in a timeless, present moment, hardly aware of the pain or the discomfort of his position, or even of the torments in his sex, for some part of him had decided that things had always been so, and they had all dropped into the background. Foremost in Jean Luc's mind now, what was left of it, was a sense of freedom from everything that had ever encumbered his soul.
To be Jean Luc Picard was, most days, to carry any number of heavy burdens, burdens which he was not inclined to complain about as he had taken them on by choice but, like the torments being visited on his body now, he'd lost the sense of them, or at least he'd thought he had. The revelation of the moment was that there was a part of him being crushed by these burdens, and craved to be freed of them as his lungs craved air, and that these burdens had grown into him, so deeply that *this* was what was required to relieve him of them. Beaten, bound and humiliated, Jean Luc was free at long last, and the sense of it was more potent and mind altering than any liquor he had ever drunk.
Drifting in this euphoric and timeless state, it slowly dawned on Jean Luc that the blows from the riding crop had ceased at last, and that Data was once again standing beside him, caressing his bruised and abraded skin with the gentlest of touches. He was breathing heavily, he noticed as well, drawing long, deep lungfulls of air as though he had just run a marathon. Gradually these had the effect of bringing Jean Luc back to the present, and to a place where time progressed in a normal manner again.
"Are you back with us?" Data asked, caressing Jean Luc's cheek with the backs of his fingers.
Jean Luc nodded, craving and delighting in Data's touch.
"Do you still wish to continue?" Data asked next.
Jean Luc nodded again, meeting Data's eyes with his own in an attempt to convey the joy and pleasure he knew.
***
TBC...
On to part 5
T.D.
Most of it's written now and just needs to be edited and posted!
Hooray!
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 3
Part 4
Jean Luc nodded, wretched with helpless dread. He knew he had transgressed and was now as powerless to resist his punishment as he had been to prevent his transgression. He looked up to see Data standing beside him, holding a ball gag in one hand.
“It appears that this will now be required to assure your compliance,” he said. Jean Luc paled as he contemplated the device, unable to stop the image of how he would appear with the humiliating addition of the ball gag from painting itself across his mind’s eye. Data seemed to sense his dread and considered him for moment.
“If you truly wish it,” he began thoughtfully, “I may consider granting you one more chance to control yourself.” He held the ball gag away, offering a reprieve. “Is that what you want?”
Swallowing hard Jean Luc struggled with the decision before him. He knew what he *should* want, but could not bring himself to ask for it. To his horror, instead, Jean Luc found himself shaking his head slowly. “No,” he said, barely more than whispering the word.
Data’s smile held such affection as he leaned over to kiss Jean Luc gently on the face, and the newly awakened needy creature dwelling in his heart knew that he had made the right choice. Even as another part of him knew full well that he had been brilliantly manipulated into taking part in his own humiliation and subjugation, he opened his mouth to accept the gag, and knew only the joy of it.
Data had trailed his fingers lovingly over Jean Luc’s smooth scalp as he finished fastening the gag, and Jean Luc gave a quiet moan of pleasure around the obstruction in his mouth. He heard Data step away and return to the cargo case once again, and then he heard his voice, commanding.
“Look back at me now,” he said, and Jean Luc complied, craning his neck over his right shoulder and feeling the strap from the ball gag pull at the corners of his mouth. Data had removed his uniform jacket and stood now in his gray sleeveless tunic and his uniform trousers. He smiled broadly to see Jean Luc looking back at him, and more broadly still to see Jean Luc’s eyes widen in distress when he spotted the riding crop in Data’s hand.
“This,” said Data, still smiling, “this is an image I shall cherish forever, my captain.” He reached out to lift Jean Luc’s chin with the tip of the riding crop, shaking his own head slowly as he savored the sight.
“You are … magnificent,” he continued, his gaze and the riding crop shifting lower now. “And I believe that bite mark may be with you for at least a day or two.” He prodded the bruised spot on his left cheek with the crop, and then Jean Luc saw Data draw the crop back to strike and shut his eyes tight in anticipation of the blow.
“Eyes front now,” Data commanded, and Jean Luc complied instantly. A second later he felt the first blow land. It landed with a loud snap in the spot where Data had bit him, and it smarted and made Jean Luc flinch slightly in his bonds. A moment later the crop struck again -his right cheek this time- a bit harder, and Jean Luc felt a little cry escape past the gag.
Now the crop began to strike him regularly, every few seconds or so but never regularly enough for him to guess when it would fall next. There was no telling *where* the blows would fall either. The first few landed on his ass, with equal distribution over both cheeks, but then he felt the crop begin landing on his back and shoulders and on his thighs. Before very long there was not one spot in any of those areas that did not burn with the memory of the crop's kisses.
Still, Data did not let up but began, it seemed to Jean Luc, to strike even harder. Soon he found himself crying out every time a blow struck. Drawing desperate gasps between each blow, the rain of blows came to dictate the timing of his very breaths, and there was so little left of Jean Luc’s self possession that he thought almost nothing of it.
Once again Jean Luc found himself in a timeless, present moment, hardly aware of the pain or the discomfort of his position, or even of the torments in his sex, for some part of him had decided that things had always been so, and they had all dropped into the background. Foremost in Jean Luc's mind now, what was left of it, was a sense of freedom from everything that had ever encumbered his soul.
To be Jean Luc Picard was, most days, to carry any number of heavy burdens, burdens which he was not inclined to complain about as he had taken them on by choice but, like the torments being visited on his body now, he'd lost the sense of them, or at least he'd thought he had. The revelation of the moment was that there was a part of him being crushed by these burdens, and craved to be freed of them as his lungs craved air, and that these burdens had grown into him, so deeply that *this* was what was required to relieve him of them. Beaten, bound and humiliated, Jean Luc was free at long last, and the sense of it was more potent and mind altering than any liquor he had ever drunk.
Drifting in this euphoric and timeless state, it slowly dawned on Jean Luc that the blows from the riding crop had ceased at last, and that Data was once again standing beside him, caressing his bruised and abraded skin with the gentlest of touches. He was breathing heavily, he noticed as well, drawing long, deep lungfulls of air as though he had just run a marathon. Gradually these had the effect of bringing Jean Luc back to the present, and to a place where time progressed in a normal manner again.
"Are you back with us?" Data asked, caressing Jean Luc's cheek with the backs of his fingers.
Jean Luc nodded, craving and delighting in Data's touch.
"Do you still wish to continue?" Data asked next.
Jean Luc nodded again, meeting Data's eyes with his own in an attempt to convey the joy and pleasure he knew.
***
TBC...
On to part 5
T.D.