The Taming of Tom Paris, #1

By Britta
Artwork (c) 2000 by Voyeur. All Rights Reserved.

Illustration of Taming #1

Tom lay face down on my couch, a pillow under his hips, his reddened ass on display for my viewing pleasure. I moved to sit beside him and reached out to fondle his glowing cheeks. I ran my fingers gingerly over the slightly swollen flesh, feeling the heat, admiring my handiwork.

"Spread your legs."

Without hesitation, he complied. He knew what was coming, even welcomed it. I'd taught him well. He obeyed me without question, instantly. Good, that was the way it should be, would be, for all time. I was now much more than his superior officer, Commander Chakotay. I was his friend, his lover and his master. He belonged to me, body and soul.

I pulled his cheeks apart and examined him closely, noticing with satisfaction that I'd spanked him thoroughly, although not too hard, this time. He remained silent, as he'd been told. I lubricated my index finger and ran it over the puckered entrance to his body. He tensed briefly and I thought we'd have to work on that some more. Then he relaxed and let me in. I smoothed the gel all around his anus and dipped my fingertip just inside.

"That's it, Tom. Relax and let me touch you." I started pushing in deeper, spreading the gel inside him, feeling the satiny walls grip my finger. Once I was buried deep, I waited a few minutes, stroking his interior, enjoying the soft, smooth texture, then I said softly, "It's time to move this to the bedroom. Get up."

Slowly, he raised up onto his hands and knees and we got to our feet. My finger stayed in place the entire time. I put my free hand on his shoulder, kissed him on the cheek, his left arm wrapped around my waist, and together we walked to the bed locked in this intimate embrace. Time to put him across my lap again, to prepare him thoroughly for the hard fucking he would receive later as a reward for his good behavior today.

He settled into position easily and I removed my finger for a short time. Opening his cheeks again, I marvelled at the changes in him my tutelage had wrought. I pushed his legs apart even further and explored the area newly exposed to me. I made sure his cock and balls were properly placed between my legs and then re-lubed my fingers. "Now you will take two," I stated. This time I let him know what to expect.

He nodded once and sighed in anticipation. I reached up with my free hand to rub his neck and card my fingers through his hair. He reveled in my touch: this I knew. He'd have purred his contentment, had I allowed it but this time I did not. I felt him relax under my petting and I eased two fingers inside him. He didn't even flinch. I guess being over my knee helps. He's become used to it, as I do a variety of things to him in this position.

I stroked his back with my left hand, feeling his muscles respond joyously and rotated my fingers gently inside his rectum, saying, "That's right, feel me inside you." He lay there, the embodiment of the true submissive that he is. I began moving my fingers slowly in and out, stopping occasionally to use a scissoring motion to loosen him up. I did this for my own pleasure, not his. I like to feel him, touch him in this manner, make him mine, to do with as I please. Of course, I knew Tom enjoyed this, too, because giving me what I want turns him on, satisfies that need in him to please me.

Soon he was ready for more. I slipped a third finger inside and approvingly stroked his cheeks when I felt no resistance. In fact, he arched upward slightly, actively seeking deeper penetration. I knew then that it would be very good tonight. He craved not only my touch, but the sensation of me filling him, owning him, that special feeling he gets when he's given up all control and responsibility to me and only me.

When my cock grew impatient, I decided it was time. I reluctantly removed my fingers from Tom's body and helped him up. "Undress me," I ordered.

He dropped to his knees on the floor beside the bed and pulled off my boots and socks. Then he moved to undo my uniform jacket and gently removed more clothing until I was naked to the waist. I stood and he unfastened my pants, slipping them, along with my shorts, down to the floor, where I stepped out of them.

Still on his knees before me, he looked up with such love and trust in his expression that I could not deny his unspoken request. I nodded and he tenderly took my cock into his mouth. His eyes closed in ecstasy. I knew he loved to taste me. It was as if I were his favorite flavor. If he had to choose between me and food, I'd bet a year's worth of replicator rations that he would choose me, at least until he passed out from hunger.

I allowed him to suck me until I felt the need for something more. I gently removed my cock from his mouth and placed a finger under his chin, saying, "Come up here."

He looked disappointed for a second then brightened quickly when I took him into my arms and kissed him. He has such a talented tongue; I so like to play with it. I placed my lips upon his and slowly teased him into opening up for me. It's one of the rituals between us; the first deep kiss in an interlude like this one. I knew he'd been good and I wanted to reward, not punish so I took it slow and easy, the way I like it.

Our tongues danced and wound around each other, greeting one another thoroughly. I ran my hands over his body and this time I allowed him to do the same to me. He handled me like fine china, carefully, almost reverently. I touched him any way I wanted. I found a nipple and pinched it. He involuntarily moaned into our kiss and I smacked him sharply on the ass to remind him to stay quiet. I knew what my love needed and I gave it to him unreservedly.

My cock became insistent and I checked on the state of Tom's erection, finding it as hard as it could be for the second time tonight. I pulled away from his lips and clutched his ass in my hands, hard. "I'm going to take you. Now."

He turned those beautiful blue eyes to look into mine and nodded, then he rested his head on my shoulder for a moment, which I graciously allowed. Then I kissed him on the forehead and said, "You know what to do."

He bowed his head and moved into position.

I waited until he was perched on elbows and knees, legs spread wide in the middle of the bed. Then I greased my cock and kneeled behind him.

One push was all it took and I was inside, filling him. He shuddered in response, then lowered his head. I leaned over him and covered his hands with mine, entwining our fingers.

I began to move within him, as was my right. The right he gave to me willingly, along with the responsibility of loving and caring for him until the end of time.

I set the pace and he lowered his shoulders until they touched the mattress, his arms reaching out, me plastered along his back, fucking his ass the way he needed it to be fucked. Long, hard, powerful strokes, one after the other. He arched to meet my every move, inviting and welcoming me inside.

I made sure that in this, as in all else, he knew who was in charge.

I slammed into him, feeling his body accepting all I had to give. I increased the tempo and strength of my thrusts until I came violently, collapsing upon Tom.

He supported my dead weight without complaint of any kind until I recovered. Finally, I slipped out of him and lay on my side. He waited patiently until I said, "Come and lie beside me, on your back." Only then did he move out of position.

I reached for his face and turned it toward mine. I kissed him gently then moved back to watch his expression as I brought him off with my hand. I grabbed the towel we always kept nearby and allowed him to clean us up then softly said, "You may speak now."

All he managed was a satiated, "Thank you, sir," before he fell asleep in my arms.

I lay there, cradling him, deeply contented and thought back to the events that brought us to this point in our relationship.


I recognized his need long before he did. At first I put his behavior down to him just being a jerk. I was so suspicious back then but look at the circumstances....

It didn't take me long however, to realize what his fundamental problem was. It certainly was not one I expected the son of a famous Starfleet Admiral to have. Simply put, the man had no self esteem. He didn't understand that he was real, that his actions mattered; that he could make a difference to others, in a positive sense anyway. All he saw was negativity. Sure, he'd made mistakes in the past but those were all he remembered. His many kindnesses to others were instantly forgotten.

He also lacked discipline and direction. After all, if the only thing you do is screw up, why bother? And if everyone hates you to boot...well? The thing of it was, the situation out here in the Delta Quadrant had changed the playing ground. Tom seemed unaware of that fact until it dawned on him that he was physically so far away from home that he might not ever see it again.

The rules had changed and he was given a new, fresh slate on which to rewrite his life. Unfortunately, he lacked the necessary skills to do so. He also risked his life too easily; he didn't value it highly enough.

Regardless of his problems and behavior, I was intensely attracted to him. He was a beautiful man and I wanted to bed him badly. At first, that was all I wanted. I didn't realize how much more we could share until later.

I spent a long time watching him closely, wondering what made him tick. I saw how he reacted under pressure, how he treated his friends and bed partners though there were fewer of the former than the latter. I became aware of patterns in his actions that told me far more about him than he would believe.

I decided then to see if we would be compatible. There was something about him that intrigued me. I suspected he needed me and what I had to offer as much, if not more so, than I needed to give it to someone.

I will admit I was lonely but that was nothing new. I hadn't had a solid, fulfilling relationship of the type I needed and wanted in years, since before the Maquis. I'd almost forgotten how rich such a one could be. For too long I had settled for less. But maybe with Tom I could find that again. I began by asking him out to dinner.

He arrived at my cabin precisely on time, dressed casually in a way that downplayed his sexuality. I could tell by his stance that he still mistrusted me.

We greeted each other and I ushered him inside, seating him on the sofa. I walked over to the table and poured some wine then asked, "Would you like some?"

"Sure." He looked around the room, sipping his wine for a moment, then he asked nervously, "Commander, why did you invite me here?"

I settled into a chair across from him and replied honestly, "Because I want to get to know you better. We work together a great deal of the time yet I feel very distanced from you." I paused and requested some classical music to play softly in the background. "I keep getting the impression that my idea of who you are is out of sync with reality."

He shot me a dubious glance, responding dryly, "Is that the only reason?" I knew he thought I wanted his ass and I did. But not the way he imagined, not the way I wanted the rest of him as well.

"Yes, Tom. Right now that's the only reason. We've been out here a long time. You've changed. I want to know what you're like as a person, not just a Lieutenant; and to that end, you may call me Chakotay when we're off duty."

He sipped more wine and relaxed when he realized that I wasn't going to pounce on him like a cat on a wounded bird. "OK, Chakotay." He leaned forward, "What would you like to know?"

He seemed genuinely willing to talk to me so I asked him several innocuous questions. I, in turn, answered his inquiries truthfully.

We ate dinner and he complimented me on my choice of music. As we drank more wine, he let his wicked sense of humor surface a few times. He got me to laugh out loud once or twice when we discussed the Captain and her lover.

Grinning broadly and shaking his head, he said, "I never thought this would happen."

Puzzled, I asked, "What? You never thought 'what' would happen?"

He pointed a finger at me, then himself saying, "You, me...being together in the same room without all that hostility crackling between us."

I laid my hand over his briefly and gave it a squeeze. "I haven't felt that way in a long time. We've been through too much together out here in the Delta Quadrant for those feelings to have lasted."

He nodded and offered sincerely, "So can we call a truce? I'll try not to deliberately antagonize you any more."

I smiled and agreed. "All right. I'll try to keep an open mind and not jump to the worst conclusions any time you do something. OK?"

"OK." We clinked our glasses together in a salute and turned the conversation to other, less personal topics.

By the end of the evening, he felt much more comfortable with me. We had established a connection and I found myself eagerly anticipating our next meeting. I tried to take into account all I'd learned that night and planned my strategy accordingly. I knew I needed to go slowly if I was ever to be successful.

Over the course of a few weeks, he eagerly agreed to spend more time with me. Although I wanted to take him every time I looked at him, I held back. If this had a chance of working, I had to do it right. The most important thing was getting him to trust me. He did but it took time. The better I got to know him, the more I liked him and eventually I realized after a time that he was a man I could love. He had such potential and all he really needed was someone to help him fulfill it. I wanted that someone to be me.

During our early dates, I concentrated on getting him used to my touch. I was casually affectionate but not overtly sexual. I sensed he had some deep concerns about being with a man so I waited until he made the first move. It came one evening when we were sitting in an observation lounge stargazing, cuddled up together on one of the small sofas there. I'd stuck to holding his hand, putting my arm around him and hugging him good night. But that night I went a step further, pulling him into my lap and holding him in my arms. I knew he craved physical sensation and loved it when I was affectionate. I made sure I touched him often.

He also had an intense need for approval. A single word of praise meant to much to him. I learned early to tell him what pleased me and found that when he knew what I liked, he did it more often. It was as if he needed instructions and feedback so he'd know what to do and how to do it. He also had a tenuous grasp on the concept of boundaries and I filed that information away with all the rest.

So there we were, snuggled together watching the stars fly by when he turned to me and asked, "Chakotay, may I kiss you?"

I smiled, delighted that we'd finally come to this moment and answered, "Yes."

His lips came to rest on mine gently. Slowly his anxiety melted away and he deepened the kiss. His tongue came searching for mine and mine introduced itself. Then our tongues spent a long time getting to know each other. He tightened his hold on me and I let my hand drift down to his hip. We kissed for what seemed like hours. His taste was intoxicating, like an aged postprandial liqueur served at an admiral's table. He was very good at kissing but then so am I.

Things changed after that night. We grew closer, there were fewer barriers between us. Kissing is such an intimate thing. It can scale emotional walls like no other sexual act in and of itself. I found we could talk about more personal things. He told me he had a nanny when he was a child and I shared my experiences growing up. I let him into my private life, exposing parts of me that hadn't seen the light of day since I regained this uniform.

I still lusted after him constantly but as my feelings for him grew and changed, I applied my energy to winning his heart, trusting that when the time was right, the rest would fall into place naturally.

I learned more of what he liked and wanted and discovered areas of common interest that pleasantly surprised me. I also saw signs that led me to believe I was on the right track, that we would be very good for each other in more ways than one. I desperately wanted to test my theory, to see if I was reading him right. I soon got the chance.

One evening, several days later, we were having an after dinner drink in my quarters when the subject of crew discipline came up. He said seriously, "If I ever screw up big time, I'd do anything to avoid being put in the brig."

"Really?" I replied, the wheels turning.

"Oh yeah. I just can't stand being confined in any way, shape or form. I guess that's one reason I became a pilot. I need to feel free." He paused and his voice lowered, "It was hell in prison. I felt like a caged bird." He sipped his drink in silence.

"Well, I can see your point. The brig must be quite a deterrent for you. So I guess you won't be doing anything wrong, huh?" I smiled at him and he grinned back.

"You know me, Chakotay. I screw up a lot. You've docked my rations often enough."

"Yes, I have. I've wondered if it does any good with you. You must have a cast iron stomach since you have to eat Neelix's cooking so often," I teasingly replied.

He looked at me and said, "In a weird way, I suppose you could compare getting a case of indigestion to paying a fine. But I wish there were another way to be punished. The brig terrifies me, yet losing a few rations doesn't mean a thing. It's a minor inconvenience, the lesson doesn't sink in. You don't feel like you've made up for whatever you've done. It's like your actions don't *you* don't count," he finished softly.

It was a golden opportunity to test the waters more deeply and I wasn't about to waste it. I quietly stated, "You know, there is always corporal punishment." He tensed a little at that statement and I continued, "I used that method of discipline in the Maquis."

"Yeah? I've heard about that, well, vague rumors anyway.... Did you really flog people?" He sat forward expectantly, his expression one of horrified fascination.

I laughed. "Actually, no. I couldn't afford to damage anyone as all hands were constantly needed. I never used a whip of any sort."

"So what did you do? If you don't mind my asking?" Tom looked at me uncertainly.

"Oh, I don't mind at all. There are all sorts of ways to administer punishment or teach someone a much needed lesson. Mostly I wound up taking a paddle or a belt to some miscreant's backside." I noticed he flushed a little when I said that.

He took a large swallow from his glass and asked, "Um, was it effective?" He looked up from his drink cautiously.

"Very. There are many levels to punishment of that type. The trick is choosing the right one." I looked directly into his blue eyes and said, "The one I found to be the most effective of all was an over the knee, bare-bottomed spanking, using only my hand." I reached out with my right hand and slowly turned it upwards.

For a long second he didn't say a word, just stared at my broad palm. I watched a multitude of thoughts play across his face and knew he was picturing himself receiving just such a spanking from me. Finally, he uttered a soft, "Oh."

I knew then that I was right. Tom needed certain things that I would be only too happy to provide. I suspected his upbringing played a part in the way he was. His nanny must have had quite an influence on him as she was more of a parent than anyone else. She was very strict with him, that much he'd confessed. The Admiral wouldn't have tolerated anything less. I also suspected he was drawn to me partly because I'm an authority figure in his life. But then, that was fine with me. He wasn't ready for anything else that night but the seed had been planted and I was satisfied.

Tom turned up on the bridge the next morning looking as if he hadn't slept well. He also seemed a little jumpy. I knew he'd been thinking hard, especially about things that disturbed him. It's difficult to deal with heavy concepts that you don't quite understand, that scare you on some level, yet you feel inexplicably drawn to them.

I knew just what he needed to calm down but I couldn't supply it at this stage of our relationship and it frustrated me. The closer I got to Tom, the more acutely aware of his condition I became. I hated to see him upset in any way. That's when I realized how important he'd become to me.

After shift, I approached him to see if there was anything I could do to alleviate his tension. I struck up a conversation with him in the turbolift. "Are you busy later?"

Still preoccupied with his thoughts, he answered, "No, not really. Got something in mind?"

I looked at him with a critical eye and responded, "How would you like a nice, long soak in a hot spring?"

His eyes brightened and a hint of excitement appeared in his voice. "That's sounds great! Tell me when and where and I'll be there."

I smiled as provocatively as I could and murmured, "Meet me on holodeck One at 1900. I'll bring the wine."

"You've got yourself a date." He grinned back lasciviously. For some reason he seemed reassured by my suggestive manner.

I hugged him briefly and let my hand stray to his ass. After one gentle squeeze and a quick kiss, we arrived at my deck. "See you later."

At 1855, I started up one of my favorite holoprograms. The scene was set. Late afternoon in the mountains with cool, crisp air. The hot spring itself was small, surrounded by trees and shrubs and made of solid rock, well, as solid as holographic rock anyway. The water temperature ranged from 36 to 41 degrees C from one end to the other. Rock ledges were placed at varying heights all around the rim. There was room enough in the middle to float if you wanted. I provided thick robes for us to wear to ward off the chill and a bottle of replicated wine with plastiglasses for us to use. I'd found it pays to make things as realistic as possible.

He arrived promptly, wearing civvies just as I was. Shirt, pants, shoes, nothing else. We hugged and kissed hello and I inquired, "Ready for some real relaxation?"

"Yes, I am." He flashed me a quick smile and looked around curiously.

There was a wooden bench near the side of the spring and I suggested we stack our clothing on it. He seemed nervous and I realized it was because we'd be naked together for the first time. This date was going to be a little different. I knew it and he knew it.

"Tom, we don't have to do this if you don't want to. We can just sit on the edge and stick our feet in the water," I offered.

He straightened and said indignantly, "What? You think I'm afraid of taking my clothes off in front of you?"

"Aren't you?"

"Hell, no! It's not that, I just...well...." He trailed off miserably.

"What?" I pulled him close, "What's the problem? Tell me." Whatever it was, I vowed to fix it. I didn't want anything to go wrong tonight.

He sighed and said in a low voice, "It's just that sometimes I feel out of my depth with you."

"Oh? How so? Have I done anything to frighten you?" I asked, honestly concerned. The last thing I wanted to do was scare him away.

"No...not really. In fact you've been more than patient with me. It's just that for some reason I feel very vulnerable with you. Like you can see through me to parts of me I don't even know I have. Frankly, it's scary. I don't know if I can handle it." He frowned.

I took his face into my hands and intoned in all seriousness, "Tom, I will never do anything to frighten you. I will admit I think we each have something the other needs but let's not go into that tonight. For now, just relax and enjoy the evening." I kissed him gently yet thoroughly, letting my right hand cup his ass cheek while the other massaged his neck. He put his arms around me tentatively.

Finally pulling away from his lips, I asked softly. "Would you like some wine?"

Sounding relieved, he replied, "That sounds wonderful."

I released him and poured us some wine. We shucked our shoes and just let it be for a while. Finishing the first glass, I smiled at him, "Ready to take the plunge?"

He leaned toward me confidently and said, "Ready when you are, Chakotay."

"OK, let's do it." We moved to the bench and started peeling off our clothes. I finished first and let him take a good, long look at me just to let him know that I was as willing to give as much as I wanted to take. I poured us more wine and set the glasses down near the halfway point, where the water was slightly above body temperature.

Tom stripped more slowly and I waited for him to join me. I noticed every detail of his body. I wished I could examine him more closely but I couldn't, not yet. He was more beautiful than I thought possible. Pale, though but that was expected. I now understood his wariness with other men. He must have had some pretty rough experiences, with looks like his. We eased into the water and Tom immediately moved to the deepest part of the pool where he floated for a few minutes. Then he submerged himself completely.

When he surfaced, I asked him, "So what do you think?" I waved my arm around to include the entire setting.

He looked at me and I could swear he'd been reborn. He glided over to sit next to me and plucked the wine out of my hand, taking a swallow. "This is fantastic! How did you know it was just what I needed?" The tension rolled off of him like he was shedding a suit of armor. I was glad I'd offered him this diversion.

I gazed at him steadily, "Oh, you'd be surprised at how much I know about what you need."

He gave me an unreadable look, then we drank more wine and luxuriated in the heat for a while, not speaking.

After a another glass of wine, I moved closer to him and reached to pull him into my lap. All that skin to skin contact served to make the water seem cool in comparison. We started exploring each other's chests with our hands and also each other's necks with our lips.

He didn't seem uptight at all so I moved my hand lower and encountered his cock. It grew harder in my hand and he spread his legs in invitation. It seemed that he didn't have any problem at all letting me touch him. Just to be certain, I whispered, "Do you mind?"

He sighed in pleasure. "No, not at all. It feels good."

His cock and balls floated gently in the water and I could wait no longer. I had to taste him. "Tom?"


"I want you to do something for me."

He removed his lips from my neck, "What?" I detected some wariness in his voice, as slightly unfocused blue eyes bored into mine.

"I want to suck you. Will you let me?" I was still stroking his cock and cradling his balls while he ran his fingertips over my chest and shoulders.

He looked surprised but nodded. I waited for it to sink in that I hadn't demanded anything of him except his permission to do what I wanted. I know my approach confused him. He was uncertain about how to react to the way I played the game. Well, he would learn. My training can be done very subtly.

I picked him up and set him on a high rock ledge leaving only his ass and legs in the water. His arms supported him while I tilted him back and spread his legs. Oh, he was gorgeous like this. All open and exposed to me. I took my time touching and feeling the skin of his inner thighs, the area around and under his balls. His erection lengthened and hardened even more. I could feel his reaction to my intense scrutiny. He was both embarrassed and turned on at the same time. "That's it," I reassured him. "Just let me look at you." He let out the deep breath he'd been holding.

I handled his cock with authority and I know he sensed it. I pulled the foreskin back, exposing the head and then bent down until I just touched the crown with my lips. I licked slowly, savoring the taste. His taste. He moaned when I started sucking. I moved my left hand to the base of his erection, resting my thumb on his balls while my right hand snaked lower and crept between his cheeks.

My head bobbed up and down, faster and faster. He couldn't do anything but take it. In his precarious position, his hands were useless, he had to support himself or fall over. This was perfect for my purposes. I could do exactly what I wanted without his interference. As Tom got closer to the edge, I rubbed the puckered opening to his body then slowly inserted my fingertip inside.

He started gasping and I sucked harder. When I felt his cock swell even more, I pushed my finger deep inside him and he came explosively in my mouth. When the spasms faded away, I stood up and put my arm around him, kissing him and holding him tight. I left my invading finger right where it was, deep inside his ass. He didn't say a word.

After a few moments, when he was calmer, I asked, "So do you feel better now? More relaxed?"

He gazed back at me with an expression of pure contentment and sighed, "Oh, yeah. Thank you." He kissed me and I twisted the finger inside him but his only response was to rest his head on my shoulder.

It seemed that I had accomplished my goals for the evening. Relax Tom, make him feel good, take our relationship to the next level and most importantly, find out how he reacted to my controlling his body. It appeared that he enjoyed it as much as I did.

Now I was certain that we would be good together, in all ways.



Taming of Tom Paris, Part 2