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The next several days passed in a blur as we encountered yet another nasty alien species intent on trying to take something from us by force. Neelix had no useful information to impart. In fact, he swore up and down that he had no idea who they were or what they wanted. His only suggestion was the Talaxian equivalent of "Haul ass and get us out of here!"
We were fortunate in that we were bigger than they were ship-wise and we had better defenses. Their ships were small but fast. Luckily, there were only four of them we had to outmaneuver. What it boiled down to was either Tom or I were at the helm most of the time while the usual relief pilots were on constant standby.
I was as good a pilot as Tom, just not as inspired. What to me was a job, to him was a joy. He had flair, I'll give him that. Piloting anything, especially in a dangerous situation, was for him almost a transcendental experience. It left him high when he had the energy to spare but strung out when he didn't. Oh, he was still a master at flying, even when nearing exhaustion but I, too, was feeling the strain and I couldn't do a damned thing to help either one of us.
It drove me crazy, not only that we couldn't spend any time together, but that I had absolutely no way to head off the big let down that was looming on the horizon. As soon as we cleared this area of space, I knew that the whole crew would be in need of an outlet to express all their pent up emotions and hormones.
Janeway and Tuvok were holding up well but then I expected them to since they'd initiated a certain type of Vulcan emergency bond, based on our 'castaway situation', their close friendship and his impending Ponn Farr. It was the rest of the crew I was concerned about. Tom in particular.
People needed to let off steam when they emerged from a stressful situation and I expected to deal with a plethora of weirdness when this was all over. Mostly though, I worried about Tom. We were at a critical stage in our relationship and I was afraid he'd revert to his previous asinine behavior to compensate for all he'd been through lately. Damn, I did not want to have to deal with him on that level again.
Finally, we managed to convince said nasty aliens to leave us alone and we stood down from red alert. It was over. I headed to my quarters gratefully, intending to sleep for at least ten hours but when I got there I found Tom sitting dejectedly on the floor outside my door. He looked even worse than I felt.
I hauled him to his feet and took him into my arms, not caring who walked by and saw us. He gripped me so tightly I could barely breathe. He was so wound up I swear I could've flicked a finger over any part of his body and it would have chimed an answering musical note, albeit a sour one.
As tired as I was, he was still my first priority. Tuvok could deal with the rest of the crew for a while. I needed to take care of Tom, he needed me. We entered my quarters and stood silently together, holding on to one another for dear life. After a few minutes, we moved to the bedroom and I removed my jacket and boots. He just stood there looking blank.
I peeled off his shirt and removed his shoes. Clad in loose trousers I brought him into my arms. I slipped one hand around his shoulders and held him close, his naked chest pressed against my soft undershirt. He sighed and closed his eyes. I slipped my right hand down inside his pants and discovered he wore nothing underneath. I cupped his butt cheek in my hand and let my fingers crawl into his cleft. He relaxed somewhat and I held him this way for the longest time.
When I felt as though we'd fall asleep standing up I pulled his pants down and off and whipped back the bedcover saying, "Get in." He promptly obeyed and scooted over to make room for me. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and climbed in after him. I lay on my back and he curled up next to me with his head on my shoulder. I pulled his leg up to rest on my body, leaving his ass accessible to my wandering hands. I stroked him gently and felt him melt into a puddle. His back muscles softened under my touch and I ran a hand soothingly over his butt again and again, sometimes interspersing light pats. I kept patting and rubbing until he fell asleep. Well, this was one way to teach him to associate my touch with comfort and caring.
I lay there and thought about all the things I wanted to do to him, for him. He needed so much of the right sort of attention. I wanted to touch him all over, learn what his reactions to various things would be. I had a pretty good idea what some of them would be but I was experienced enough to know that I should expect some surprises.
I wanted him to submit to me, totally, unconditionally. But he had to do it willingly. His surrender to my will had to be complete but he had to make the decision. When the day came that he offered himself to me, I would accept with the greatest joy. His submission would be the most precious gift I would ever receive and I would cherish him forever for giving it to me. First, though, he needed to become aware that he had that gift to give and that there was someone who understood what it was all about and who would truly appreciate receiving it. That was my task for now: teaching him about himself, showing him what the options were, awakening him so he could recognize his own needs and see himself clearly for the first time in his life.
There were so many things to teach him, so much he needed to understand. I had to make sure that he trusted me enough to be honest with me, especially when we began testing his limits. I think he was in for quite a few shocks on his journey of self-discovery. I'm sure he sensed monumental changes looming in his life and he was scared. But that's what I was here for, to help him through it and guide him and make sure he felt safe and loved enough to go through with it. I wondered when the next opportunity would present itself but was too tired to make any plans. Instead, I thought with great satisfaction that it was a good sign indeed that Tom had come to me tonight. Knowing where he was and what condition he was in made me feel much better and I drifted off to sleep peacefully for the first time in days.
The next day proved I was correct in my assessment of crew reaction to the instant lack of stress. It was as if they had depressurized too quickly and gotten a case of the emotional bends. People acted silly: some got drunk and some started fights. All that extra energy and adrenaline had to go somewhere.
After a long meeting with the Captain and senior staff to review ship's status, I retreated to my office to deal with the steady stream of complaints and rule infractions that poured in. Several hours later, after leaving many members of the crew short of rations, I was ready for dinner when the door chimed. I was hoping it was Tom coming to see if we could have dinner together. I knew he was off duty for the next few days as I would be, once things calmed down.
"Come," I said. I was right. It was Tom but he wasn't alone. He was being gripped by Ayala while another security guard had hold of Dalby, another of the former Maquis and someone who just couldn't stay out of trouble. "What's the problem?"
"Sir, these two men were fighting on holodeck Two. We broke it up before anyone else got involved and brought them here, per Commander Tuvok's orders."
"I see." I looked at Dalby, saw him smirking and thought that he had probably picked the fight just to see how I would treat Tom. The whole ship knew we were seeing each other and I'm sure Dalby's cronies were just as curious to find out if I'd show any blatant favoritism.
First things first, though.
"Who started it? Were there any witnesses?"
"We asked that question and no one claimed to know or admitted seeing anything," Ayala replied. "Sir, should we take them to the brig? It's standard procedure in cases like this."
I looked at Tom and saw his face lose all color. I knew how he felt but I couldn't play favorites. If I did, it would just make matters worse and totally undermine my authority. So I had to come up with another solution. "All of you stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes." A confused look crossed Dalby's face and I thought, good, you little shit. Your plan isn't going to work the way you thought it was.
I went to my quarters and commed the Captain. I explained the situation, stressing the fact that Dalby was a repeat offender who obviously did not see spending time in the brig as any hardship. I also pointed out he had never been 'fleet and that both he and Tom had been Maquis at one time. This, coupled with the knowledge that to put both men in the brig would not punish them equally allowed me to convince her that my plan was worth a try. She reluctantly gave me her permission so I grabbed what I came for in the first place and went back to my office.
Entering my domain, I saw Dalby catch sight of the bag I was carrying and knew he realized what it contained. He blanched. A night in the brig was nothing to him while I knew it would be torture for Tom. I planned on making Dalby pay, big time. Tom would have to take the same punishment but I had a feeling it wouldn't be as bad for him. Ayala also knew what the bag held.
"I have received permission to handle this in my own fashion. So you gentlemen have a choice here." Tom looked at me hopefully and I knew he was remembering that night when we talked about corporal punishment. Dalby was wary and underneath that he was scared. Good. He should be. As I withdrew the hardwood paddle and thin leather strap from the bag, I continued, "Neither of you will spend any time in the brig for this. You will be punished though. Thoroughly." I stared hard at Dalby, letting him know that I saw through his actions and knew what an asshole he really was.
"Sir?" Tom asked respectfully, "What choice do we have?"
I softened my expression somewhat and said, "Twenty swats with the paddle or ten with the strap. Your call. Well, which will it be?"
In unison, they answered, "The paddle."
"Then the paddle it is. Mr. Dalby, drop your pants and lean over the desk." I motioned the guards to stand on either side of him and when he was in place they held him there. Tom moved out of the way but I noticed he picked a place to stand where he got a good view. "Spread your legs, Dalby."
"Yes, sir," he muttered as he moved them as far apart as his clothing would allow.
"Computer, engage sound-proofing for this room only."
I pointed to my old crewman who held Dalby in place and ordered, "You keep the count. You know how."
Ayala nodded and I began. I know how to use the paddle and use it well. Dalby shrieked in pain at the first swat. I really laid into him. I let out all my anger and struck him as hard as I could. I aimed for the areas where he would feel it most, where the pain would linger for days. He was screaming and crying and trying hard to avoid the blows, but the guards did their jobs well. He couldn't escape my relentless, vicious assault on his ass and thighs. The bastard deserved this and I made damned sure he got it.
"20. That's it, sir." Ayala caught my arm before I could hit Dalby again and I saw that he understood my predicament. I wanted to beat the guy senseless.
I snapped, "OK, Dalby. Get dressed and stand aside."
Slowly, painfully, Dalby did as he was told. His ass was a deep, dark red and I knew it had to hurt like hell. Served him right. I motioned to Tom to take his place and he dropped his pants, bent over and spread his legs without being told. He made me proud at that moment. He knew what was going on and accepted that I had no choice in the matter.
I paddled him as thoroughly as I did Dalby, just not quite as hard. I had spent my anger and therefore the intensity behind each swat wasn't there. No one but I could tell the difference, which was important, because I needed Dalby and the guards to witness this so that word would get out and hopefully no more bullshit would be thrown in our direction.
Tom took it well. He yelled when he had to but mostly cried silently. When we were finished, the guards let him go and I said to them, "Escort Mr. Dalby to his quarters and see that he stays there until his next duty shift. I'll see to Mr. Paris myself."
As the three filed out, they gave both Tom and me a last look and I swear there was a hint of respect that had not been there earlier.
I helped Tom stand up and I held him close, letting my hand caress his burning skin. "Tom, I'm so sorry I had to do that." I kissed him.
He clutched me tightly and sniffled a bit then said, "I know. But you didn't have a choice. I understand and it's OK."
I cupped his hot cheeks in my hands and said, "Let me take care of you. Take off your pants and shoes." He looked at me curiously through lashes spiky with tears but did as I asked. I replicated some soothing cream and sat on the couch. "Come here babe. Lay down over my lap." I patted the couch and Tom awkwardly placed himself where I indicated. I rearranged his position so that I had full access to his ass and thighs. I parted his legs gently and then his cheeks. He didn't object and I looked at him closely. His skin was hot but I'd tried not to leave any welts or bruises. Dalby wasn't as lucky. Tom's fair skin made things look much worse than they were and I had counted on that when I thought of this course of action.
I applied the soothing cream liberally to Tom's skin. I didn't mention the near erection he had sported earlier when I helped him up from the desk but I felt it returning as I rubbed his butt and legs, every now and then dipping between his legs to rub that place beneath his balls.
As his skin cooled down, his cock hardened further. I said, "Tom, you do understand what happened here, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do. Thanks for finding a way of keeping me out of the brig."
"I know Dalby started the fight but you did deserve to be punished. You could have walked away from it."
"I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He shifted a little to get more comfortable and continued, "Cha?"
"Hmm?" I replied, spreading his cheeks wide and lightly fingering his anus.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, sweetheart, you can ask me anything you want, you know that." My left hand held his cheeks apart and I slipped my right index finger inside him just a little bit.
He sighed and wiggled a little, then said, "Did you enjoy paddling Dalby? The reason I ask is that I've never seen you look like that before. I was watching your face when you were doing it and, well, I just wondered, that's all...."
I rubbed more cream on his bottom and said, "Yes, I did enjoy it, but not the way you think. It didn't turn me on. I was very angry with him and I took out my anger and frustration on his ass. It was wrong of me to punish him when I was feeling like that."
"Why, what do you mean? I don't get it."
"It's like this. If the person administering punishment is angry, it's too easy to lose control of the situation. I wouldn't have laid a finger on either one of you without the guards being there. In fact, I hated having to punish you like that. If or when I ever punish you again, you can bet it will be different."
"Would you punish me again?" he asked curiously.
"It depends. If you do something stupid and I am officially forced to, then yes. I'll do my best to keep you out of the brig, though. Unofficially, if you belonged to me, I would punish you as I saw fit, whenever I thought you needed it." I stressed this point by pushing my finger deeper inside him.
He squirmed and asked, "How would it be different? How would you punish me if...if...you thought I needed it? If I belonged to you."
Twisting my finger, I answered, "First of all, it would be done in private. And most likely you'd be in the position you're in right now, over my knee. As to what I would do, that would depend on what you'd done to deserve punishment in the first place. You might be paying the price for doing something wrong or just being taught a lesson of one sort or another. Then again, if you belonged to me, I might decide to punish you just for my own enjoyment." I threw that last bit in to see how he would react and lo and behold, his cock twitched. I rubbed his prostate once or twice and thought, oh yes, now I knew what he really needed and secretly wanted.
"Oh. Ooooh. Gods, that feels good. Don't stop! Please...."
I reached around with my left hand and found his cock. He was fully erect. I gave it a squeeze and he moaned. I removed my finger and he whimpered. "Tom, stand up. Let me finish this my way." I helped him to stand and turned him to face me. "Spread your legs."
He moved his feet apart and I took his cock into my mouth while sliding my finger back into place. He placed his hands on my head and ran his fingers through my hair while I sucked him. Gods, he was hot. He tasted so good. I loved manipulating his body. I was learning how to make it sing any tune I wanted. One of these days he would ask for more and I would give it to him.
I licked and sucked while he groaned. My finger was as busy as my tongue and he came quickly. I licked him clean and pulled my finger out then stood up to hold him while he shook with exhaustion. A hard beating followed by a sexual release of this magnitude, it was no wonder Tom was shaking in my arms. When he calmed and seemed steady, I said, "Ready to get dressed and go home?"
"Yeah, I think so." He kissed me lovingly and said, "Thank you for that. And for taking care of me both last night and just now. I like it when you do that. I feel so good when I'm with you."
"You're welcome." I handed him his clothing and he got dressed while I put the paddle and strap back into the bag.
He indicated the strap and inquired, "Does that hurt twice as much as the paddle?"
I looked over at him and replied, "I'm not sure it can be quantified. The pain is different. If you want to make a comparison though, I'm sure that can be arranged," I grinned.
He stated emphatically, "No way. Not today. I've had enough."
I gripped his chin and tilted his face so that I could look directly into his eyes and demanded, "Tell me what it was like when I was beating you. I need to know."
He saw my seriousness and replied, "It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. It hurt but it was a good hurt, if you know what I mean. I knew I deserved to be punished and so it felt right, somehow. It also made a big difference knowing that it was you doing it to me."
"So you're not mad?"
"No. I don't particularly want to go through that again but I feel better now that it's over."
"OK. I was just checking to see that this didn't put up any walls between us."
"It didn't. I do want to know something, though."
He looked a little uncertain but went ahead, "I want to understand what you meant about 'belonging to you'."
I kissed him and said, "Let's talk about it later. It's a complicated concept." He nodded his acceptance and I said, "Computer, disengage sound proofing."
"Disengaged," replied the impersonal voice, as we exited my office.
I left him at his quarters and told him he couldn't have any visitors until tomorrow but that I would com him later that night. I also suggested that if he got bored, he could look up dominance and submission in the sexual lifestyles database. Then I went to make my report to the Captain.
If I knew Tom as well as I thought I did, I figured he'd have some tomato soup and be up reading late into the night. I saw the Captain and Tuvok and explained that Tom was not to leave his quarters until Dalby could do so as well. That way they were both confined though not jailed. I also expressed my opinion that things were different out here in the Delta Quadrant and it might behoove us to utilize traditional methods when they were deemed appropriate. I suggested we use this event as a trial run and see if either Dalby or Tom changed their behavior in the near future. Janeway dubiously concurred and they both agreed that I'd been fair. Tuvok entered his guards' statements into the ship's punishment log as verification should anyone ever question my actions.
From then on I was off duty for the next three days. Both Tom and Dalby were confined to quarters until the beginning of alpha shift tomorrow morning so I faced a solitary dinner of my own in the mess hall.
Apparently, word had gotten out and raced through the ship at light speed. When I entered, the silence was so total and immediate it was tangible. The regular Starfleet crew looked at me as if I were some new and unknown quantity, while the former Maquis beamed me look after look of pure gratification. I don't know if it was because of what I did or who was involved. I sensed an enormous difference in the atmosphere.
I selected my meal and sat at a table by myself. I wasn't too interested in having company at this point. Dalby had pissed me off royally by forcing my hand with Tom. More than anything, I wanted to be able to go to him tonight but I couldn't. I was still uncertain of what his reaction to this whole episode would be once he had a chance to think it over.
Lost in thought, I was unaware that B'Elanna and Harry had approached my table until she said, with her usual lack of tact, "Well, Commander, I didn't think you had it in you anymore!"
Startled, I looked up at her, sporkful of vegetable stew poised in mid- air and said, "What? Uh, Lieutenant, Ensign, would you care to join me?" I tried to be civil but wasn't certain that I'd managed it.
She pulled out a chair and Harry did the same. "Soooo, how did it feel, Chakotay? Did beating some sense into them bring back the old days? Did you enjoy it as much as you used to?" she smirked.
I looked at her hard and sternly replied, "I did what I had to do, no more and no less."
Harry stayed quiet, as if he didn't know what to say to make things better. I knew that he and Tom were close friends and so shared a lot of their private thoughts. Harry knew how Tom felt about being confined. I appreciated his discretion in not mentioning it in front of Torres. She, on the other hand, had a grudge against both Tom and Dalby and no doubt she remembered when I took a belt to her bare ass in front of quite a few people back in the Maquis. She didn't like it at all. But as I recall, she deserved it.
I continued eating and prayed to the Spirits that she would just go away and leave me alone. Tom had dumped her months ago and I didn't blame him one bit. She could be a real bitch. Dalby had harassed her for years so I could comprehend her satisfaction there, too. However, it was not her place to come crowing to me about how delighted she was with the situation.
I finished my stew, leola root and all and looked at Harry who gave me a compassionate smile. He understood what this had cost me. He also knew she was out of line.
I stood abruptly and said, "If you will excuse me, I have work to do."
Kim replied, "Of course, sir, we apologize for interrupting your dinner." They let me go, Harry's hand firmly keeping her seated while I left the mess hall to go to my quarters. I hoped that he could keep her away from me until I calmed down some more.
I retreated to my cabin and checked the duty roster again. Tom would be free in about ten hours. I needed to know how he was doing so I commed him, "Chakotay to Paris."
"Paris here." His voice sounded different.
"Are you all right?"
"Never better. Just getting the education of a lifetime."
"Oh. So what do you think?"
"I don't know yet. I'm still wading through all the garbage and trying to make sense of it all."
"If you want to discuss anything, we can talk about it tomorrow," I offered. "I'm off duty and I'll be happy to answer any questions you have."
"Thanks. I may just take you up on that. Chakotay, may I ask you a question?"
"What is it? You know you can ask me anything."
He hesitated for a moment then blurted out, "Why haven't you let me suck you?"
I sighed and said, "I didn't know you wanted to. Is that clear enough?"
A long pause followed, then he answered, "Yeah. I didn't know I needed to ask."
"Tom, I figured if it was something you wanted to do, you'd let me know. I'm not a mind reader," I retorted.
"So I see. I guess I still have a lot to learn about being with you." He sounded a little sad.
"Don't worry about it. We'll work things out as we go along. By the way, how's your rear end holding up?"
He laughed, "It's OK, thanks to your tender loving care and the ice pack I replicated."
"Glad to hear it," I said, feeling a sense of relief. "Take care of yourself tonight. I'll meet you for breakfast at 0900, OK?"
"OK, see you then. Paris out."
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