Exercise #93, part 2
Chugging right along ...
I'm beginning an experiment with this story, as I've had to return to my wretched, boring 'market research' job, so I've been writing at work. No reason I can't do this, while listening to people hang up on me on my headset, but it's a little tricky to have your mind *way* deep in the gutter one minute, and to be talking about politics to a complete stranger the next (not so different you might say? Well, I wouldn't disagree, really, but ...).
The real trick is when I'm fishing around in my brain for the perfect (smutty) words to describe this or that moment, or act and to suddenly have to say, "Hello, my name is Taylor with Call Research, a national research firm ..." and not to say ... well ... something else. Hasn't happened yet, but ...
(keeping my fingers crossed)
And now, on with the smut...
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 1
Part 2
The holosuite Data led him into resembled, for the most part, an ordinary crewman's quarters, except that there were deck-eyes and tie downs set at various strategic points about the room, including on the bed. A long cargo case lay closed on the room's one low table. Data turned to him as the door closed behind them, meeting his gaze directly.
"I would like you to remove your clothing," he said without preamble.
"Alright," Jean Luc answered agreeably, beginning by unfastening his uniform collar.
"In this exercise," Data began as his captain undressed, "you will agree do as I say, without any discussion or questions. You will neither move nor speak without my instruction or express permission. Is that understood?"
Jean Luc nodded, caught up in removing his boots.
"Since I have asked you a question," Data pointed out, his voice ever so slightly warning, "I will expect an answer."
"Oh," said Jean Luc, "yes, I do understand."
"Further," Data continued once he had Jean Luc's answer, "if you are unable to comply with my instructions, ways will be found which will force you to comply. Is *that* understood?"
"Understood," Jean Luc answered, more attentive now. He'd gathered up his clothing, folding it as well as he could, and placed it, at Data's direction, on the foot of the bed. He returned to stand, at Data's bidding, near the center of the room, while Data looked him over, assessing him almost coldly.
How very odd, Jean Luc mused, to feel how powerful the fact of Data's uniform was now. Decades of command experience meant nothing when he stood naked before it. It spoke to some primordial part of his soul, and told him that the authority in this room belonged unquestionably to Data and not to him.
"Do not move," Data instructed at last, and then stepped around behind him. It took considerable strength of will for Jean Luc not to look over his shoulder to see what Data was up to, especially after he heard him open and rummage about in the cargo case.
Now he felt Data take hold of his left hand, pressing something into the heel.
"There is one additional arrangement for this evening," Data explained, "as it may be that you will find yourself immobilized and unable to speak for some period of time, I have placed on your hand a device which, when pressed firmly, will cause the holodeck program, including all of the restraining devices I am using, to shut down. You may use this if you find you are no longer comfortable with the evening's experiment, or if an emergency arises where your presence is needed."
Jean Luc felt the smooth bump of the transceiver Data had set on the heel of his hand, just within reach of his ring finger. He nodded to Data that he understood, though Data remained out of sight, standing behind him. He heard Data return to the cargo case once again and Jean Luc found himself trying, by ear alone, to determine what was in that case, and what Data was going to fetch from it next. His curiosity was satisfied soon enough, however, as moments later he felt Data pull his arms back behind him and felt soft but strong binders fitted over his wrists, holding them there.
In spite of himself, Jean Luc felt a little fission of fear blow through him when he felt his hands restrained. He was not utterly helpless, as his legs were still free after all, but there was still an inescapable sense of vulnerability derived from standing naked with one's hands tied behind one's back. Oddly, Jean Luc noticed, that sense of vulnerability, and that little moment of fear were more than a little arousing, and glancing down, he saw himself stir. It occurred to him then that Data would be sure to notice as well, and that he was helpless to prevent him from doing so. This realization lent even more heat to the warmth already growing in the area of his groin, and added a little warmth to his face as well.
Jean Luc felt Data's hand on him, resting on his shoulder as he walked around to face his captain again, then caressing its way down his chest and belly, both assessing and claiming him. Now his sex was decidedly coming to attention and he saw Data notice this, smiling ever so briefly as he walked back around behind him, trailing his fingers over Jean Luc's flesh as he went. Data's hand came to rest for a moment on a cheek, then lifted and landed there again, hard, with a loud smack. It wasn't enough to do much more than sting, but it caught Jean Luc completely by surprise and he jumped a bit. He heard Data chuckle in response.
"Spread your legs and lean forward," Data commanded, and so he did. The pose increased his sense of vulnerability in every way and Jean Luc felt his body respond. It responded even more feeling Data's hands continue to move over his body, claiming him with their touch. One hand cupped and kneaded his ass cheeks while the other stroked slowly up the inside of his thigh to gather up his testicles and squeeze them gently. Jean Luc's whole body tensed ever so slightly as he felt the potent combination of fear and arousal course though him. Now Data's grasp expanded to enclose Jean Luc's more than half hard sex as well and he felt himself freeze with delicious terror.
Only one more thing was required for Data to claim his captain completely and utterly, and now he did it. Bending over, with Data's firm grasp of his most vulnerable parts holding him still, Jean Luc felt Data's fingers enter him, only barely lubricated enough to be comfortable. Held and penetrated, Jean Luc knew himself to be entirely controlled and utterly possessed. It was more freeing than anything he had ever known. Feeling Data's fingers moving inside him and a loud moan escaped him.
"Dear god," he groaned, his knees suddenly gone weak. Jean Luc panted a bit, struggling to retain his balance as his body trembled with these new pleasures. Behind him, Data shifted to support him with his frequently surprising strength, steadying him and holding much of his weight with the hand that encompassed his sex.
"As I have asked you not to speak without my consent," Data said, conversationally, "I must now give you a first warning." The power evident in the hand grasping Jean Luc's privates lent some weight to Data's admonition. "In this matter I will grant you one more warning, but if I issue a third there will be consequences. You may stand now."
Data withdrew his fingers as he said this, and Jean Luc swallowed a whimper as he felt them slip out, straightening, slowly. Finally standing fully upright and balanced again, Jean Luc felt Data release his genitals, sliding his hand possessively over Jean Luc's ass as he did.
"Computer," Data called out next, "St. Andrews cross."
Said piece of furniture materialized against the wall Jean Luc faced: a large X of polished wooden beams with tie points on all four corners, leaning against the wall at a slight angle. He had seen such things before, but never with the knowledge that he was soon to be bound to it, and the notion was alarmingly thrilling. Data had something else in store for him first, however, for he now appeared before Jean Luc bearing a small assembly of leather straps and buckles. Jean Luc only had to examine it for a moment before he figured out where it was meant to go.
Jean Luc suspected that he'd paled a little, for Data cocked his head as though he had said something foolish.
"Indeed, you will be controlled in this as well," he said, as if it should have been obvious, "You will not be allowed release until I permit it." Saying that, Data dropped to one knee to bind Jean Luc's cock and balls as he had bound his wrists and would soon bind his body. His nimble fingers completed their task in less than a minute and then he rose to guide his captain to the cross.
Walking with his genitals bound in this manner was an altogether novel experience for Jean Luc, and maddening in the way it both stimulated him and restrained him. Data allowed him to take his time moving the few meters from where he stood to the cross as much to torture him, Jean Luc felt certain, as out of kindness. Data had him spread his legs again as he stood before the cross, placing binders on each of his ankles and fastening them to the two lower legs of the cross.
When he had finished with Jean Luc's ankles Data rose to unbind his wrists, seizing the right one immediately to fasten it to the upper right hand arm of the cross. The left followed shortly and when he was done Data stepped back to observe and Jean Luc was left, secured at wrists and ankles, spread-eagled to the cross. He felt himself stretched, not enough to be painful, but only just short of that and the sensation triggered a wave of pleasure. Never had he ever imagined how much it would please him, how it would arouse and stimulate him to be thus immobilized -bound and restrained. He wanted Data to touch him, to fuck him, to do anything he wished if only he would do it *now* ...
***
Smutty enuf for ya?
Oh, it gets worse,
much worse.
Mwa, ha haa!!
On to Part 3
T.D.
I'm beginning an experiment with this story, as I've had to return to my wretched, boring 'market research' job, so I've been writing at work. No reason I can't do this, while listening to people hang up on me on my headset, but it's a little tricky to have your mind *way* deep in the gutter one minute, and to be talking about politics to a complete stranger the next (not so different you might say? Well, I wouldn't disagree, really, but ...).
The real trick is when I'm fishing around in my brain for the perfect (smutty) words to describe this or that moment, or act and to suddenly have to say, "Hello, my name is Taylor with Call Research, a national research firm ..." and not to say ... well ... something else. Hasn't happened yet, but ...
(keeping my fingers crossed)
And now, on with the smut...
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 1
Part 2
The holosuite Data led him into resembled, for the most part, an ordinary crewman's quarters, except that there were deck-eyes and tie downs set at various strategic points about the room, including on the bed. A long cargo case lay closed on the room's one low table. Data turned to him as the door closed behind them, meeting his gaze directly.
"I would like you to remove your clothing," he said without preamble.
"Alright," Jean Luc answered agreeably, beginning by unfastening his uniform collar.
"In this exercise," Data began as his captain undressed, "you will agree do as I say, without any discussion or questions. You will neither move nor speak without my instruction or express permission. Is that understood?"
Jean Luc nodded, caught up in removing his boots.
"Since I have asked you a question," Data pointed out, his voice ever so slightly warning, "I will expect an answer."
"Oh," said Jean Luc, "yes, I do understand."
"Further," Data continued once he had Jean Luc's answer, "if you are unable to comply with my instructions, ways will be found which will force you to comply. Is *that* understood?"
"Understood," Jean Luc answered, more attentive now. He'd gathered up his clothing, folding it as well as he could, and placed it, at Data's direction, on the foot of the bed. He returned to stand, at Data's bidding, near the center of the room, while Data looked him over, assessing him almost coldly.
How very odd, Jean Luc mused, to feel how powerful the fact of Data's uniform was now. Decades of command experience meant nothing when he stood naked before it. It spoke to some primordial part of his soul, and told him that the authority in this room belonged unquestionably to Data and not to him.
"Do not move," Data instructed at last, and then stepped around behind him. It took considerable strength of will for Jean Luc not to look over his shoulder to see what Data was up to, especially after he heard him open and rummage about in the cargo case.
Now he felt Data take hold of his left hand, pressing something into the heel.
"There is one additional arrangement for this evening," Data explained, "as it may be that you will find yourself immobilized and unable to speak for some period of time, I have placed on your hand a device which, when pressed firmly, will cause the holodeck program, including all of the restraining devices I am using, to shut down. You may use this if you find you are no longer comfortable with the evening's experiment, or if an emergency arises where your presence is needed."
Jean Luc felt the smooth bump of the transceiver Data had set on the heel of his hand, just within reach of his ring finger. He nodded to Data that he understood, though Data remained out of sight, standing behind him. He heard Data return to the cargo case once again and Jean Luc found himself trying, by ear alone, to determine what was in that case, and what Data was going to fetch from it next. His curiosity was satisfied soon enough, however, as moments later he felt Data pull his arms back behind him and felt soft but strong binders fitted over his wrists, holding them there.
In spite of himself, Jean Luc felt a little fission of fear blow through him when he felt his hands restrained. He was not utterly helpless, as his legs were still free after all, but there was still an inescapable sense of vulnerability derived from standing naked with one's hands tied behind one's back. Oddly, Jean Luc noticed, that sense of vulnerability, and that little moment of fear were more than a little arousing, and glancing down, he saw himself stir. It occurred to him then that Data would be sure to notice as well, and that he was helpless to prevent him from doing so. This realization lent even more heat to the warmth already growing in the area of his groin, and added a little warmth to his face as well.
Jean Luc felt Data's hand on him, resting on his shoulder as he walked around to face his captain again, then caressing its way down his chest and belly, both assessing and claiming him. Now his sex was decidedly coming to attention and he saw Data notice this, smiling ever so briefly as he walked back around behind him, trailing his fingers over Jean Luc's flesh as he went. Data's hand came to rest for a moment on a cheek, then lifted and landed there again, hard, with a loud smack. It wasn't enough to do much more than sting, but it caught Jean Luc completely by surprise and he jumped a bit. He heard Data chuckle in response.
"Spread your legs and lean forward," Data commanded, and so he did. The pose increased his sense of vulnerability in every way and Jean Luc felt his body respond. It responded even more feeling Data's hands continue to move over his body, claiming him with their touch. One hand cupped and kneaded his ass cheeks while the other stroked slowly up the inside of his thigh to gather up his testicles and squeeze them gently. Jean Luc's whole body tensed ever so slightly as he felt the potent combination of fear and arousal course though him. Now Data's grasp expanded to enclose Jean Luc's more than half hard sex as well and he felt himself freeze with delicious terror.
Only one more thing was required for Data to claim his captain completely and utterly, and now he did it. Bending over, with Data's firm grasp of his most vulnerable parts holding him still, Jean Luc felt Data's fingers enter him, only barely lubricated enough to be comfortable. Held and penetrated, Jean Luc knew himself to be entirely controlled and utterly possessed. It was more freeing than anything he had ever known. Feeling Data's fingers moving inside him and a loud moan escaped him.
"Dear god," he groaned, his knees suddenly gone weak. Jean Luc panted a bit, struggling to retain his balance as his body trembled with these new pleasures. Behind him, Data shifted to support him with his frequently surprising strength, steadying him and holding much of his weight with the hand that encompassed his sex.
"As I have asked you not to speak without my consent," Data said, conversationally, "I must now give you a first warning." The power evident in the hand grasping Jean Luc's privates lent some weight to Data's admonition. "In this matter I will grant you one more warning, but if I issue a third there will be consequences. You may stand now."
Data withdrew his fingers as he said this, and Jean Luc swallowed a whimper as he felt them slip out, straightening, slowly. Finally standing fully upright and balanced again, Jean Luc felt Data release his genitals, sliding his hand possessively over Jean Luc's ass as he did.
"Computer," Data called out next, "St. Andrews cross."
Said piece of furniture materialized against the wall Jean Luc faced: a large X of polished wooden beams with tie points on all four corners, leaning against the wall at a slight angle. He had seen such things before, but never with the knowledge that he was soon to be bound to it, and the notion was alarmingly thrilling. Data had something else in store for him first, however, for he now appeared before Jean Luc bearing a small assembly of leather straps and buckles. Jean Luc only had to examine it for a moment before he figured out where it was meant to go.
Jean Luc suspected that he'd paled a little, for Data cocked his head as though he had said something foolish.
"Indeed, you will be controlled in this as well," he said, as if it should have been obvious, "You will not be allowed release until I permit it." Saying that, Data dropped to one knee to bind Jean Luc's cock and balls as he had bound his wrists and would soon bind his body. His nimble fingers completed their task in less than a minute and then he rose to guide his captain to the cross.
Walking with his genitals bound in this manner was an altogether novel experience for Jean Luc, and maddening in the way it both stimulated him and restrained him. Data allowed him to take his time moving the few meters from where he stood to the cross as much to torture him, Jean Luc felt certain, as out of kindness. Data had him spread his legs again as he stood before the cross, placing binders on each of his ankles and fastening them to the two lower legs of the cross.
When he had finished with Jean Luc's ankles Data rose to unbind his wrists, seizing the right one immediately to fasten it to the upper right hand arm of the cross. The left followed shortly and when he was done Data stepped back to observe and Jean Luc was left, secured at wrists and ankles, spread-eagled to the cross. He felt himself stretched, not enough to be painful, but only just short of that and the sensation triggered a wave of pleasure. Never had he ever imagined how much it would please him, how it would arouse and stimulate him to be thus immobilized -bound and restrained. He wanted Data to touch him, to fuck him, to do anything he wished if only he would do it *now* ...
***
Smutty enuf for ya?
Oh, it gets worse,
much worse.
Mwa, ha haa!!
On to Part 3
T.D.