The Visitor Arrives


By Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Artwork (c) 2000 by Voyeur. All Rights Reserved.

Illustration of Chakotay's Visitor, Chapter 1

Commander Chakotay hated to leave the bridge for calls of nature. Still, sometimes, despite careful monitoring of his liquid intake, he had to bend to the duties of his body. "Permission to leave the bridge." he finally said.
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Janeway looked at him and he gave her the private signal which indicated "I'm just going to the bathroom." She smiled and said, "Granted."
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Commander Chakotay got aboard the turbolift and said, "Deck Two." He just could not bring himself to use the bridge station restroom. It was too close to the crew, and one unfortunate attack of thunderous flatulence (which he ruefully admitted thanks to Neelix's cooking was a constant and inevitable hazard) would wreck his carefully cultivated image. He was glad that this would be a mere evacuation of his bladder, even if the urge was getting uncomfortably strong.
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He stepped into the restroom, locked it and turned to find Lieutenant Paris already inside. He would have sworn the bathroom was empty! "Oh, I'm sorry!" he said quickly. "I didn't know you were in here." God, he had to go soon and now he needed to find another restroom or wait outside while Paris finished!
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"Oh, that's okay, Commander." Paris waved as he fished at his fly. "It's just a toilet bowl, you know. Big enough to share. Come on before you burst!" He gave his saucy grin that Chakotay could never quite help sharing.
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"I can wait until you're done."
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"Hey, and make me miss a chance to check out your equipment, Commander? I'm not budging until you get over here and join me. I'm sure you're just a bit curious about my own tool for keeping the female ensigns smiling, aren't you? I know I wouldn't mind a chance to see what you've been hiding all this time on the Deck Two restroom. The entire crew knows that silly hand signal you and the Captain use, you know."
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Chakotay felt a near-blush on his face. "We felt it would be a good idea to avoid such familiarities on the bridge." he confessed.
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"Well, it's a stupid idea. We all know you're both human! Now come on over and let's get that bit of curiosity out of our system, hm? I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."
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Chakotay had to laugh at the old "let's play doctor" line. "Well, I am about to do something a lot more embarrassing to myself." he admitted. "But you breathe one word about this and I'm going to tell the entire crew that you got two inches!"
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Paris laughed. "Okay, Commander, you got a deal. Both of us keep our traps shut about this entire thing."
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"Deal." Chakotay reached down and realized he had a piss hard-on. "Oh, man!" he groaned, inadvertently out loud.
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"Piss dick, eh?" Paris chuckled. "Mine, too. Makes for an easier comparison, don't you think?"
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Chakotay had no idea of how to handle this situation, other than, "Well, all right."
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The two officers stood side-by-side, at a forty-five degree angle from each other and at the same moment, pulled their cocks out of their breeches. Chakotay looked at Paris' cock, long, thin and white, with bulging lines of blue drawn across it, the veins that engorged it with his blood. Still, he had feared that Paris packed a foot-long one, this one was only a touch longer than his own seven inches, and he had a lot more girth. Insecurity resolved--he had measured up to the ship's stud and come out even!
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"Hey, Commander, that's a mean-looking one!" Paris said admiringly, frankly staring at it. "Man, the ladies scream when that one slides inside them, I bet!"
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"Sometimes." Chakotay admitted red-faced. He was sure his blush was showing. "I'm as gentle with them as I can manage."
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Chakotay found himself very uncomfortable at Paris staring at his cock, which was good in that it caused him to lose the erection and be able to disgorge the long-withheld flow. "Ahh!" he said, closing his eyes in the sheer ecstasy of the release.
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"Whoa, a monster stream!" Paris said as his own urine added to the flow. The two lines of fluid merged at the bottom before entering the bowl, and a strong smell of yeast filled Chakotay's nostrils. While his own urine was thick and yellow, the result of holding off on drinking prior to going on duty, Paris' was nearly clear.
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In a few seconds, Chakotay's bladder had emptied and he was able to shake the final drops and end this mockery of adolescent curiosity. And he was very uncomfortable with his actions of the past few moments. This wasn't behavior for an officer, or even an adult! He and Paris were behaving like thirteen-year-olds! Why hadn't he just gone down the hall and used the other restroom there?
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"Wait a minute, Chakotay, before you put it away!" Paris urged, as his own stream diminished, became discrete bursts, and was done. "Get it hard again. I want to measure us."
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"What?" Chakotay said.
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"Come on, Chakotay, flog it for me. Let me see it all stiff and angry again. I want to lay my own dick down on top of yours and see which one of us jabs the other with the head. Yeah, that's the way." This talk was causing Chakotay to have another erection, and this time he couldn't blame his overfull bladder! "Bet mine hits your pubic hairs before yours touches my ball- sac!"
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Chakotay didn't know about that! He wasn't that much shorter than Paris and with the advantage of how Paris' balls hung out from his cock, he could win that bet! "How much?" he heard himself say.
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One hundred ration points." Paris said, as he unabashedly jerked his cock and got his cock hard. "Come on, big man, let's see you put your money where your hand is!"
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Chakotay wanted the ration points which, with what he had saved the last two months, could be turned in for a copy of an Indian tapestry design he had found in the databanks and wanted very much to hang on the wall opposite his bed. This would let him have the tapestry by that very night! "Okay." he said, "Lieutenant, you've got yourself a bet."
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Paris' chest heaved, Chakotay could see, and the softness of his eyes and cheeks made Chakotay regret his greed. What was going on here? "All right, Commander, get that monkey up and running and we'll have a show-down!"
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Chakotay couldn't back out on the bet now! He stroked his cock, which became erect easily (been too long, he told himself, cannot deny the body too long or it becomes the betrayer rather than the ally of the mind). "Let's get this over with."
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Paris stepped up and Chakotay felt the heat of Paris' cock as he pressed down on top of his own cock. Holding the two puds together, Paris hunched forward and Chakotay triumphantly felt Paris' balls like twin brothers on his cock head while Paris' cock still lacked nearly an inch in distance. Paris pushed on forward and Chakotay's cockhead was covered with Paris' scrotum before Chakotay felt the stickiness of Paris' cockslit at his lower abdomen.
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"You lose, Lieutenant." Chakotay said.
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"I know." panted Paris and Chakotay felt Paris grabbing tighter and--My God! Paris began to stroke their cocks together. Chakotay felt the wrinkling of Paris's foreskin as his own was pulled taut, and then the process reversed and his own foreskin caught and trapped pubic hairs on Paris' balls as Paris' own cockhead smeared more precome on Chakotay's body, slowly at first, but the tempo rising quickly. He smelled a strong odor of male musk, a heat filled his body, seeming to come in to him from everywhere rather than being generated by his own body.
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"Good Lord, Paris!" Chakotay overcame his brief paralysis and yanked himself free from Paris' stroking hand. "A bet is a bet, and a joke is a joke, but this is going too far!"
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"Aw, come on, Commander, you were enjoying it, too! I could tell!" Paris chided him. His hand brazenly reached over and grabbed Chakotay's cock again. "Come on, let me see some Indian jism flying like arrows! I want to see you shoot, man!"
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Paris managed a few more strokes before Chakotay could grab his arm and pull it off from him.
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"I'm going to report this if you go any further, Lieutenant!" He snarled. "Get control of yourself at once, Mister!"
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"I am in control here, Commander!" Paris smiled. "You just haven't realized that yet. But this can wait until later. But not much later!"
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Chakotay tucked his still-rigid cock into his pants and got out of there as quickly as he could. His hands felt filthy from not being washed, but he was NOT going anywhere but right back to the bridge.
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A turbolift was waiting and he stepped in and said, "Bridge."
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A short ride and he stepped out and saw to his surprise that Paris had made it back before him. How? No matter. He walked over and said, "All right, Mister, what was the meaning of that little display?"
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"Commander?"
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Chakotay got angry at the display of innocence. "Next time you decide to get familiar with a superior officer, you'll be up for some desk-scrubbing duty, Mister!"
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"Commander!" Janeway said. "Commander, what is the meaning of this?"
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"It's a personal matter between Paris and myself, Captain." Chakotay said. "He got out of line down on Deck Two."
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"I haven't even been on Deck Two today." Paris protested.
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"You were in the..." Chakotay caught himself, he wasn't going to blurt out that episode in front of the entire bridge crew. "Let's take care of this the easy way, then. How long have you been at your duty station?"
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"I don't know. Fifteen minutes?"
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"Paris arrived right after you left." Janeway said.
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"Yes, sir!" Kim chipped in. His turbolift arrived less than ten seconds after yours left." Kim was by the turbolift, and in a position to know.
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"Ten seconds?" Chakotay said. "But---but---." He stopped and cleared his mind, rearranged his thoughts. "Captain, in that case, we have an alien intruder on our ship." A new thought occurred to him. "Possibly Q has returned, because I just left Paris on Deck Two after a very embarrassing confrontation."
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"Can you give me details?" Janeway said.
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"Not in front of the bridge crew." Chakotay admitted. "And I need to apologize, Lieutenant. It looked and sounded just like you."
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"In my ready room, Commander. Perhaps you should join us, Lieutenant Paris, if you don't object, Commander?"
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"Uh, no." Chakotay said. "Let's go."
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In the ready room, Chakotay said, "All right, we all need to know what's going on so I'm going to ask that this be kept strictly among the three of us."
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"Agreed." Janeway said.
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"My mouth is closed." Paris said.
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"It'd better be." Chakotay cleared his throat, and managed to get the entire, unvarnished story out. He ended with, "Maybe my own actions could bear some psychiatric evaluation, though I never thought of it as anything more than rather adolescent hijinks."
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"Commander, I have no curiosity about you that way." Paris said, trying to keep from laughing. "I can assure you of that."
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Chakotay blushed. "My own actions were quite juvenile, I agree. But it was the alien who was the instigator."
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"We all let ourselves go a little from time to time." Janeway said soothingly. "You were trying to be friendly with Lieutenant Paris, and I personally can understand that, even if he can't."
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"Oh, I know." Paris said. "I did some of that sort of thing when younger--I guess we all did. But I have put that all behind me so far as I know."
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"If the alien visits you next, you can find out." Chakotay managed a smile. "If Q is back to his old tricks, and I'm his victim, we'll all be in trouble before long."
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"Let's see if he's listening." Janeway said. "Q! Q!"
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Q appeared, wearing a skintight suit painted in rainbow colors. "You called me, dear Captain?" he cooed.
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"Q, have you or any other member of the Q continuum paid a visit to Commander Chakotay earlier today?"
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"Definitely not." Q said. "We are all attending a rather festive occasion on a small but delightful planet in a nearby galaxy. None of us are so bored that we would play size games with the Commander."
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"But you know what happened?" Chakotay clutched at the straw.
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"We always know what is happening." Q said. "But if I started telling you everything that was going on right now, I'd be talking until the end of time and beyond. No, my dear Commander Chakotay, this is no problem or interest of ours. You and the Commander and Lieutenant Paris are going to have to solve this without us."
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"We'll be delighted to do so." Janeway said.
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"Tut, tut!" Q said. "The pleasure won't be all yours." And he vanished.
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"Well, Q is a problem, but he has never stooped to lying to us." Chakotay said. "Apparently this is not part of some Q conspiracy."
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"So we're back to wondering who played 'mine is bigger than yours' in the lavatory." Paris said.
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"And I'm wondering if it's going to happen again, and how." Chakotay said.
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The rest of the day, he waited, but it seemed now more like a mad dream rather than a real episode. He went to the commissary and idly checked his ration points, debating whether Neelix's rather vomitous-smelling concoction would be edible despite its odor. He gasped. He had an extra hundred points in his account!
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Paris walked in and Chakotay said, "Lieutenant, do me a favor. Check your current ration balance. Do you remember what it is?"
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"Of course." Paris walked over and hit the button. "What the--! I'm missing a hundred points!"
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"Exactly how much I seem to have inherited." Chakotay mused. "I'll transfer them back to you." He played with the buttons, giving Paris a hundred points out of his account. "But it seems like the alien believes in paying his gambling debts."
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"With MY ration points?"
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Chakotay had had the opportunity to gain perspective on the episode. "Well, he did look just like you. I presume that included all over your body."
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"Commander, I may gamble from time to time, but that is one bet I'd never make with anyone." Paris said. Then, like he had to ask. "You really won it fair and square?"
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"Well, he did give me a slight advantage." Chakotay said. To hell with the tapestry, he'd overheard two ensigns amusing themselves with descriptive metaphors about the food and knew from their choices of "congealed diarrhea of an incontinent Ferengi" and "decomposing Arcturian slugs in fetid swamp water" that it wasn't anything he wanted any part of. Not after a day like he'd had! He dialed one of his favorite Amerindian foods and added some raw alien vegetables from Neelix's bar for a side-dish.
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Paris joined him, having dialed up an American-style hamburger and fried potato wedges. "I have been thinking about this alien and wondering if I'd better be able to account for my whereabouts from now on." he said before he crunched into his burger.
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"It might not hurt." Chakotay agreed. "If he shows again, you and I may need to stick close to each other until he gets bored and goes away. I haven't seen him again, but you have been around me most of the day."
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"Yeah, I noticed you used the bridge lavatory this afternoon." Paris said. "See, you didn't lose any respect among the crew, did you?"
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"No, but if I keep eating Neelix's cooking, that would change rapidly." Chakotay said. "There's a good reason most command staff have a separate restroom. Too bad Voyager wasn't designed that way. I want that tapestry, but maybe I'll avoid saving for it until I can get rid of my visitor."
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"Maybe he's already gone." Paris said. The meat grease was dripping off his lips and Chakotay looked at it with loathing. "I mean," he continued with a half-full mouth, stopped to swallow and said, "I mean, he had his bit of fun with you but now you're going to be watching out for him. He only got as far as he did by way of surprise."
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"We'll see." Chakotay said. He finished the meal with some idle pleasantries and went back to his room for some meditation and as he walked in, gasped. The tapestry he had wanted was now hanging on his wall! He walked up, looked at it. Beautiful! The replicator detail setting had been far higher than he'd intended, it must have cost three or four times the ration points he'd been planning to spend.
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"It's lovely, isn't it?" Paris' voice came from behind him.
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Chakotay didn't turn around. "Yes, it is beautiful. Please get rid of it."
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"But why? You like it, don't you?"
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"Yes."
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"Then it's yours. I can give you other things, too, you know."
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"I'm more worried about what you want from me." Chakotay still hadn't turned around.
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"Can't that wait a little while?" The voice had changed. Chakotay turned around, and it was Harry Kim standing there instead, wearing only a pair of beach shorts and an open-front shirt. "There are so many ways we can have fun together." he smiled and removed the shirt. Kim's body was well-muscled and firm, his breasts were oval orbs pulled out of true by the broad shoulders. Kim smiled and ran a hand up to pinch one taut nipple. "We can have SO much fun together."
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"Stop that." Chakotay said.
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"Oh, all right." And suddenly, it was Paris standing there, who was wearing the same pair of shorts, showing his paler chest, with no hairs marring the clean lines. "This is the one you really want, anyway. I was just showing you the variety that was available to you."
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Paris walked closer to Chakotay. "I can do so much for you, Commander." he crooned. "We'll be so happy together, just like you've always wanted with Tom Paris."
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"You're insane!" scoffed Chakotay. "Security! Alien intruder!"
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"One of my powers is cutting off communications when I choose." Paris smiled. "You'll get out of here when I'm ready for you to get out of here."
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Chakotay began to be frightened, now. This was a powerful creature facing him. But the things it was saying.... "I'm not interested in Tom Paris."
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"Now don't try to pretend with me." Paris smiled as he slid the shorts from his body to be nude before Chakotay. "You don't have to pretend. Fantasies are my specialty. And with me, you have an infinite supply of them at your fingertips. All you have to do is turn loose and let them flow from you to me."
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Chakotay suddenly felt his clothes vanish from his body and he was nude before this fake Tom Paris. And his cock suddenly revealed itself as fully erect! "Don't make my body act like this." he panted.
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"But I'm not doing anything to your body, Commander." Paris said, moving slowly toward Chakotay. "You're doing it. That's all part of the fun. Forbidden fantasies. Such a waste of good stored-up mental energy. Why not just relax and enjoy the feel of your favorite dream made real. That's all I ask of you in return. Let the energy flow."
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Chakotay found himself in Paris' arms, and helpless, as Paris' lips reached for his. Chakotay felt weak as his lips were pressed against Paris' mouth and Paris' tongue reached for his own. His body was whirling madly and his control was slipping rapidly.
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He felt himself being lowered to the deck and a soft fur carpet was suddenly beneath them. Paris lowered Chakotay on top of him and said, "Now, give it to me the way you've always dreamed of doing. No need to be gentle, not with me. I like it rough. Let yourself go."
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Chakotay could not have stopped himself no matter what he did. His cock was pressed against Paris' asshole, which seemed to be actively sucking it inside, the merest move of his hips and Paris gasped in joy. "Oh, lover, give it to me!" he crooned. "I want all of it. More, please, more! Give me all of your power!"
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Chakotay moved his hips and the sheer volume of sensation was more than he could bear. It was more than just a fuck, it was everything he'd ever wanted all wrapped up in one set of powerful arms that clung to him, one pair of lips that kissed his shoulder, one pair of legs that clung to his hips, and one asshole that milked him with every stroke.
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"Come on, let yourself go!" Paris crooned. "Pour all your energy into the orgasm, I want all of your power, all of your essence in that one climax. Fuck me, you powerful warrior. I need your essence inside of me. I need you!"
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Chakotay was pumping Paris' ass with a frenzy. Every muscle in his body moved in coordination to accomplish this one act, and every erg his muscles could produce were drained to supply the movements for this fuck. Warmth pooled from every part of his body into a single globe of energy at his groin, coalesced, built, energized, and--orgasm struck Chakotay like a hammer in the head. Insensible, his body was taken over by his ejaculation, it felt like every bit of his soul was turned into the squirts of jism that flew into Paris' body, and he reeled, sobbed in the relief and joy of climax, and it was done.
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Unable to move, he fell atop Paris, who held him, rolled him off and onto the bare deck. Nude, suddenly all alone, he lay there for some unknown time, barely clinging to consciousness. He barely managed to choke out, "Computer, help me!"
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Fortunately, the computer was versatile, its response was to beam him directly to Sickbay.
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Some unknown time later, Chakotay managed to pry his eyes open, to find Janeway and Paris staring at him. "How are you feeling?" Janeway asked.
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"Weak." Chakotay admitted.
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"Understandable." the Doctor said with his usual lack of tact. "Your body has experienced a significant reduction in its neural flows. It's as if your electrical synaptic functions were bled off. I have managed to restore the greatest portion of the functions, but you need to rest now."
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"Fine with me." Chakotay said.
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"What happened?" Janeway insisted.
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"The alien again. First it was Paris, then Ensign Kim, then Paris again."
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"Can you tell us what happened?"
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"I was seduced." Chakotay admitted. "Maneuvered into a sexual encounter I felt powerless to prevent."
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"With me?" Paris choked out.
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"A reasonable facsimile of you, yes." Chakotay smiled feebly. "It was nothing personal. The alien seems to feel that you are my ideal mate. If that's true, I'm not aware of it myself."
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"Nor am I." Paris scoffed.
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"Still, we know what we're dealing with." Chakotay said.
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"What?"
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"A creature of myth, fortunately not Amerindian. Purely European Christian in origin."
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"What's that."
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Chakotay said, before he drifted off to sleep. "I am the newest victim of an incubus." And darkness stole over him like a warm blanket of love.
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END OF PART ONE

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