Double Jeopardy by Morticia
Dukat stared with satisfaction into the interrogation room where his nemesis was finally within his grasp. He could feel the palms of his hands tingle with anticipation of the delights to follow and his cock strained against his tight leather trousers in a valiant attempt to come out and join the fun.
The cursed Maquis leader Chakotay had been soundly whipped and was now hanging naked from the wall. Cruel hemp rope bit into his wrists and strained his arms upwards until they were almost dislocated by the weight of his body. More ropes had hauled his legs sideward and out so that dark bruises stained the ripped muscles of his inner thighs. His chest was striped with the marks of the earlier whipping, and blood was trickling down from numerous sharp cuts and dripping to the floor from the end of his cock which was now the lowest point of his body.
Dukat licked his lips at the sight of Chakotay's humiliation. Although one of the Maquis' eyes was swollen shut from his earlier struggles his other eye met the Cardassian's in defiant hatred.
Dukat stepped forwards and ran his fingers gently over Chakotay's body. He smiled as the human jerked against his touch and then screamed as the ropes punished him mercilessly for his movement.Dukat ran a sharp nail down Chakotay's shaft, noting with interest that it was erect because of the intense pain.
"What a waste of a beautiful cock" Dukat sighed. "Perhaps I'll have it cut off your body and preserved. "
"You can jam it up your ass for all I care, you bastard." Chakotay hissed through his clenched teeth "I don't care what you do to me...I'll never give you the codes....Haven't you figured by now that you can't even dream of a torture that will break me?"
Dukat's face split wide with a huge smile and Chakotay flinched at the look of triumph in the Cardassian's dark eyes.
"Oh, you're so wrong " he purred "I admit that I have been surprised at your ability to withstand physical torture and you seem completely unfazed by the other physical methods that my minions have tried." And Dukat poked a finger roughly into the torn skin of Chakotay's asshole and smirked as the Maquis twisted in agony.
"Fuck you..." Chakotay hissed
"Oh, I prefer to be the fucker not the fuckee, so to speak, although I appreciate the kind offer" Dukat mocked
"You can ram your whole fucking arm up my ass and I still won't tell you the code!" Chakotay hissed bravely
"Oh save your noble speeches, I have no intention of touching you. I prefer my meat to be a lot fresher than you smell at the moment."
Chakotay's one good eye stared in bleary confusion as Dukat laughed
"I think I'll have more luck with one of your crew. There's a very pretty blond lad in our holding cell. Your pilot I think. I'm sure his little virgin ass is more to my taste. I think I'm going to let you watch and anytime you think he's had enough you just say the word. The word being the entrance code of course!"
Chakotay closed his eye in despair. He had known that his capture would lead to his own torture and death. He was prepared for it. All the Maquis had been thoroughly trained to withstand torture. He knew enough pain management techniques not to break. He was sure enough of his own self-worth to rise above the humiliation of rape and see it as no more than another physical torture. There was not a member of his crew that he did not believe the same of.
Why had Dukat chosen Tom instead? Tom the mercenary pilot whose sheltered Starfleet upbringing had prepared him for nothing. Whose self-image was already so low that he would shatter into a million pieces. How could he, Chakotay, knowing this, stand back and let Dukat proceed?
Yet how could he trade the lives of innocent bystanders just to save the virtue and sanity of Tom Paris? He didn't even like the man.
"You can do what you want with the little shit," He told Dukat firmly "He's nothing to me."
Dukat's feral grin grew wider
"Nice try, Captain. Lets see if you are singing the same song in half an hour!" He rubbed his bulging groin suggestively as he signaled a guard to fetch the blonde prisoner and was satisfied as Chakotay's pain-drawn face paled even further.
Dukat signaled for Chakotay to be cut down from his restraints. With a smirk one of the guards complied and Chakotay crashed butt first to the ground. The impact snapped one of his legs from its socket and he howled in renewed agony. Dukat let him squirm desperately for a few endless minutes and then snapped his fingers at a hovering medic.
Slowly the sharp agony was dulled to throbbing waves of manageable pain as the medic ran his instruments expertly over Chakotay's body. When he had finished the cosmetic repair was complete although Chakotay knew that it would take several days before the internal damage was healed enough for him to even stand, let alone walk.
"Clean him up and dress him" Dukat snapped and his minions rushed to obey.
When Chakotay had been restored to normal appearance, he was thrust roughly into a chair. As his butt hit the seat a spear of pain shot up his abused ass and he had to stifle a whimper. He glared at the Cardassian with contempt but Dukat could see the bewilderment in his eyes at the treatment of his injuries and decided that it would be more entertaining to explain than leave the Maquis guessing.
"My dear Chakotay, if your pilot walks in here and sees you trussed up and bleeding he might actually believe that he can be as brave as you. Your example could give him the courage to withstand my 'attentions'. However, he will walk in here and see you sitting comfortably in that chair with no marks of abuse and no restraints. He will not realise you are unable to stand, he will just believe you are refusing to help him. He will not know that you have been tortured. As far as he will be concerned you and I have been having a civilized chat and you are allowing him to take your place."
As the awful reality of Dukat's words sank into Chakotay's exhausted brain he tried to launch himself from the chair to attack the leering face before him but his mangled thighs would not respond.
"You fucking bastard!" He spat in horror
"I can assure you that my parents were married" Dukat purred smoothly, "as for the fucking, well I'm sure that my new playmate will be arriving imminently"
Chakotay could only grind his teeth against his urge to curse the Cardassian to hell and back. He knew that the more distressed he appeared, the more Dukat would be fuelled against Tom. So he fixed an impassive face and trapped his seething rage behind it. About ten minutes later the door was opened and Tom was thrown into the room so violently that he crashed to his knees in front of Dukat's long shiny boots. He scrambled to his feet in terror and then caught sight of Chakotay and relaxed a little at Chakotay's air of calm reserve. He flashed a tentative smile at the big Maquis and Chakotay groaned internally at the pilot's trust, which was about to be irredeemably damaged. He did not dare warn Tom of the situation as it would infuriate the Cardassian and the slim blonde would pay the consequences of that rage in blood and pain.
"What's your name, boy?" Dukat growled and Tom stared back defiantly for an instant before he lost his nerve and dropping his eyes from the lizard-like gaze of the Cardassian he mumbled
"Paris, Tom Paris"
"Tom, I like that " Dukat purred, "Tom" and he rolled the word around in his mouth as though tasting it "It's a pretty name, Tom, almost as pretty as you!"
He saw instant terror flash in the young man's blue eyes as understanding dawned.
"No.. No way, no fucking way!" Tom gasped as he looked to Chakotay for help but to his surprise the Maquis remained in his seat, apparently indifferent to what was going on.
Dukat reached out his right hand and grasped Tom firmly by the throat. The pilot began to punch and kick so Dukat tightened his grip and lifted Tom off the ground. As his fingers tightened he saw the pale face of the struggling pilot flush red as he gasped for breath. He continued to squeeze until Tom's eyes began to go blank and then he dropped him.
Choking and gasping for breath, Tom could not fight off the guards who stepped forwards and hauled him to his feet. They viciously ripped off every shred of his clothing before dragging him to the interrogation table. The guards then slammed him into the table and its sharp edge struck his gut so hard that his remaining air was forced out with his yelp of pain.
As he was roughly bent over and his arms were bound and dragged in front of him, he could only look up into Chakotay's face as he gulped for air. His blue eyes were swimming with desperate tears and Chakotay had to force himself not to close his own eyes to protect himself from Tom's pain. The least he could do for the pilot was to bear silent witness for him.
When the guards had tied his wrists firmly to the opposite corners of the table, they hauled Tom's legs apart roughly until he could feel the skin between his buttocks stretched to the point of ripping. His ankles were bound to the legs of the table and he was thus helpless and accessible.
"Please, Chakotay" he whispered "Please don't let them do this to me!"
"I'm sorry Tom there's nothing I can do" Chakotay replied sadly and he flinched at the utter hatred that flashed in the terrified blue eyes.
Tom opened his mouth to speak but whatever reply he had been planning to make was forgotten as he felt the keen bite of a lash across his buttocks. "Arghhhhhhh" He screamed out of his abused throat and his screams continued for several minutes as Dukat laid an intricate and symmetrical grid of welts on his butt with a short bullwhip. By the time the precise artistic eye of Dukat was satisfied, Tom's throat was too raw and bruised to emit anything but choking gasps and whimpers.
With a wide grin of satisfaction Dukat stepped back to reveal the perfect duplicate of Chakotay's tattoo etched in bloody welts across Tom's ass.
"Since he's taking your place Chakotay I thought I should at least make him resemble you a little" Dukat laughed gleefully and on hearing this, Tom's agonised bloodshot eyes rose again to meet Chakotay's in accusation.
"Bastard" he croaked at the impassive Indian's face and Chakotay had to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop his moans of horror. Dukat reversed the whip in his hands and stepped forwards. He paused in pleased contemplation of his handiwork and then hawked a great
mouthful of spit onto Tom's puckered asshole. As the slimy liquid trickled down the crack of his butt, tears of humiliation began to spill down Tom's cheeks.
Slowly Dukat used the thick blunt head of the whip to tease Tom open. The taut leather knob slipped in the saliva before finding its destination. Finally the knobbed end of the whip popped inside accompanied by a sickening wail of pain from Tom and then Dukat started to force the handle up inside Tom's tight passage. Further and further he pushed, ignoring Tom's broken shrieks, until the whip was inserted to the hilt and the thong dangled from Tom's butt like an obscene tail.
Dukat stepped away from Tom and turned to Chakotay. With a broad smile and a leering wink at the horrified Maquis, he started to chat conversationally as though unaware that the writhing pilot could hear every word:
"That's always the messy bit, isn't it, preparing a cherry ass for the taking. Gives him a chance to feel something up his hole so he knows what to expect. Of course since my cock is twice as thick as that handle and he is already stretched like overripe fruit, it will probably rip him a new asshole. Yes, it's a shame but human butts aren't really designed for Cardassian cocks. The scales don't help. It probably feels like being sandpapered from the inside out.
"Then again look on the bright side, by the time I've finished he will have been ripped open so wide that he probably will barely feel the rest of the garrison as they take their turn." Tom was squirming in terror at Dukat's words, his huge pain-filled eyes begging Chakotay for help as he evidently realised that his current agony was only a taster for unimaginable torture yet to come.
"Of course, Chakotay, just say the word and I'll stop now." Dukat pronounced loudly "It's a shame to cripple a virgin boy and he certainly will never walk again by the time my men have finished with him. Not that that will matter, come to think of it. Barrack sluts never last for many days. There are a hundred men stationed here, I doubt he will survive long enough to satisfy them all, despite the drugs we will use to stop him bleeding to death too quickly.
"It's just a shame that he will die in such an agonising and humiliating way when all you had to do was tell me one little thing and I would never have touched a hair on his pretty head." Chakotay flinched from the look of disbelief and hatred in Tom's eyes.
"I'm sorry. Tom. I can't tell him what he wants to know. People might die if I give him the code to our defense grid. I can't take the risk." Chakotay begged the young man for understanding
"What fucking risk?" Tom grated "Some people MIGHT die? I WILL die if you don't stop him. Do you really hate me so much?" and his voice broke with a desperate sob.
"Spirits, Tom. I'm sorry. So sorry. It should be me being tortured not you. It's my fault you're involved and if I could swap places with you I would but there's nothing I can do. Please try to be brave Tom, try to ignore the pain."
"That's right, pretty one, ignore the pain!" Dukat mocked as he grasped the end of the whip and hauled it out in one violent jerk. Tom's body rippled with spasms of agony as half the skin of his passage was ripped away by the brutal leather.
Before he had even stopped shuddering and flailing, he felt the icy coldness of Dukat's prick hungrily nosing his ripped anus open and his cheeks were forced apart by a dick as wide as his own wrist. In one smooth slamming movement Dukat rammed all the way home.
Tom was howling and screaming in agony as Dukat thrust again and again, deeper and deeper. Chakotay could see blood pouring in rivulets down Tom's thighs and then with a triumphant yell Dukat shot his icy load right into Tom's depths.
As Dukat pulled out Chakotay could see the Cardassian's huge penis. It was slimy with blood, shit and semen. Tom's eyes were glazed, his breath short gasps between heart-rending sobs. Dukat used some of Tom's discarded clothes to clean himself off before turning casually to the half dozen guards and saying
"Okay, who wants to go next?"
"Pleaseeeeeee, Chakotay, please stop them. Please. Please!" Tom whimpered pathetically, his eyes stark with helpless terror. Chakotay's heart broke. He knew that there were a hundred Cardassian's to follow Dukat's lead. He believed Dukat's threat to keep Tom alive long enough to satisfy as many of them as possible.
And suddenly he knew, whatever the consequences of his decision, that sooner or later he would give in. At some point over the next few days he would break under the strain of Tom's pathetic screams. And having admitted to himself that it was so, why let the torture continue just to salvage his own battered pride? As the first guard approached Tom's bleeding ass, his grin feral with lust, his fingers fumbling with his bulging trousers, Chakotay gave in.
"Stop!" He whispered and felt something inside his spirit break with the single word.
Dukat turned to the desperate Maquis with a knowing smile "Having second thoughts, Captain? Do you want to save that poor boy from another thorough reaming or shall we continue for a bit while you make up your mind?"
"I'll tell you. I'll tell you the fucking code. Just stop hurting Tom." Chakotay begged brokenly.
"Why, of course, Captain. It's just a shame you didn't see sense before I had to teach him such a painful lesson. I fear he will never be quite the same again." Dukat chuckled even as he snapped his fingers at the guards and Chakotay saw Tom gently unfastened by the medic and the shimmer of a transporter as Tom and the medic disappeared.
Seating himself opposite the broken Maquis, Dukat gave a wide grin and produced a recorder from his pocket.
"So okay, Captain...about that code and just in case you are having second thoughts, remember that I can transport Tom straight back here to carry on, only I might have to whip him again first just to punish you!"
"2 alpha 35 gamma 89.301 epsilon" Chakotay snarled bitterly, almost choking on the words.
"Thank you so much, Captain. It's been a pleasure!" Dukat smiled and rose to leave.
"What about Tom?"
"As soon as my medics heal him he will be returned to his cell. I'm sure we don't want him bleeding to death before I've had a chance to check the accuracy of this code. We might need him again if you've been stupid." Dukat smirked and marched out of the room.
As he turned the corner of the corridor, the sight of his lover pleasantly surprised him. The gorgeous youth was languidly resting his tall thin frame against the wall, a sardonically triumphant smile playing around his soft sensuous mouth.
"See, I told you my plan would work, Dukat" the beautiful blonde purred
"I should have trusted you, Tom. You were right as usual. He just fell apart when you started to scream. You should get a medal for your acting." Dukat admitted with evident pride in his lover's abilities.
"I told he would never give in to torture but he's got no balls for watching other people suffer." Tom chuckled sarcastically "He's a sentimental fool."
"Did I really hurt you?" Dukat whispered as he nuzzled Tom's neck lovingly
"Yes!"
"Good, I knew you'd like it!"
"Oh yes, though I was disappointed he gave in so quickly. I was just getting really turned on!"
"I already use half the station's energy rations on regeneration equipment whenever you visit" Dukat snarled
"You complaining?" Tom laughed with disbelief
"Never." Dukat purred and then bit sharply into Tom's neck until his mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood. Tom's erection thudded into his groin in response to the pain of the bite.
"Ready for round two?" Dukat hissed
"Always" Tom replied happily and together they made their way to Dukat's quarters.
"So you were disappointed when the guards didn't get their chance to fuck you?" Dukat snarled jealously as he ripped Tom's clothes off in a repeat of his earlier performance
"Only `cos you made me so hot, babe" Tom soothed "You know my ass belongs to only you."
Dukat grinned with satisfaction at the submissive words even as he hissed a grim warning: "I don't care how many cocks I allow up your whoring ass, you better believe that it belongs to me alone. If I ever see you actually enjoying another man's touch, I'll cut your balls off and make you eat them. It won't stop my pleasure but it sure as hell will put paid to yours, you little slut."
He was gratified to see Tom pale appreciably at his words. Tom knew him well enough to know his promise was no bluff.
Tom had been his lover for two years now, ever since Dukat had found him whoring to pay his bar bill on a backwater planet near DS-9.
Dukat had always had a taste for reaming skinny human boys until they howled for mercy. They rarely lasted more than one encounter. If they were lucky enough to survive the experience they usually shit themselves in terror if he met them again. So on the night he met Tom he was just looking for a quick fuck, maybe the pleasure of giving a sound beating, but nothing more.
He was too well known for his fatal encounters in the usual haunts, so he had delved further into the most squalid dives. He was becoming increasingly frustrated at the ugly dross the whoremasters tried to sell him.
By the time he hit the last seedy brothel, he had lost all hope of finding anything worth fucking. So he nearly fainted when his entire blood supply shot down to his groin as an inebriated boy was dragged towards him. Under the filth and dirt of torn second-hand clothes, despite the painful thinness and blank drunken eyes, was the most beautiful blue-eyed blonde he had ever imagined.
Dukat had thrown a handful of money at the whoremaster and dragged the boy by his long unwashed hair into one of the sordid bedrooms and ripped his clothes off. Seeing the golden bush of pubic hair he been bitterly disappointed that the whore was obviously a lot older than his blond boyish looks implied in the poor light of the greasy whorehouse. Irrationally blaming the whore for his own mistake he decided to punish him for his deception by ramming his own huge cock into him dry, in one sadistic thrust.
Bending the naked whore over the filthy semen-stained bed, he gave no warning before driving into the tight hole with tearing force. The slut's piercing scream of anguish was so loud that it shook the walls and then as Dukat began to pound him mercilessly through his ripped and bleeding asshole the skinny whore had punctuated each deep thrust with an agonised wail.
Faster and faster he had pumped until he shot his freezing load into the rent boy's shuddering body, well aware of the almost acidic burn of his cold Cardassian sperm into the well abraded skin of the human's ass. He waited until the little whore had stopped bucking and squealing his desperate torment at the sharp knifing pain and had recovered enough to realise that Dukat was still hard and ready to go again.
This was the point at which every prior human had screamed for mercy until Dukat had either beaten him senseless in fury or had continued to pound into them until they had collapsed in an unconscious heap.
He had left them to either be found or to bleed to death and had never been concerned either way.
But not Tom. When he had finally managed to gasp words out of his raw throat Dukat had nearly fainted again because what Tom had said was: "Wow..That was fantastic. Do it again"
Bewildered the Cardassian had continued over and over until Tom's legs were pouring with blood, his hips were bruised to a deep black from Dukat's hands and his voicebox had shattered under the strain of his screaming. Yet still the blonde was begging and eager for more, wriggling his sluttish hips in invitation and thrusting himself backward onto Dukat's cock whenever it contemplated leaving the hot wet hole.
For the first time in his life Dukat suffered from performance anxiety. He couldn't believe that this seedy little slut could outlast him and was unbelievably relieved when Tom finally collapsed into unconsciousness from bloodloss.
Dukat's groin was so sore that he began to wonder whether his cock could actually break from overuse. Tom's blood and mucus had seeped into the cracks of his scaly member and he had rubbed himself raw in his passion.
In awe and wonder he had gathered the battered whore in his arms like a precious child and had transported him back to his ship.
He had found a precious jewel in this filthy hole and he was not fool enough to discard it. It had taken two transfusions and the sustained efforts of all of the sickbay equipment to save Tom's life.
After that Dukat never allowed Tom to call the shots again.
Although they had mutually enjoyed their life together, because Dukat needed to inflict pain as much as Tom seemed to enjoy it, Dukat never again allowed the blonde to drive him to that fever pitch of killing lust. He was too aware that he had almost lost his prize before he had learned to value it properly.
He never touched Tom unless he had a regenerator at hand and a couple of emergency hypos, just in case, and although he had used Tom's considerable sexual skills on a number of occasions to curry favour with Obsidian Order officials he had always kept a secret camera on the proceedings and a tight transporter lock on Tom ready to whisk him to Sickbay.
Tom simply didn't have the common sense to know when to stop.
Dukat was not much taken with introspection. He prided himself on being a doer not a thinker. But he wouldn't have reached his position of power if he hadn't learnt to give consideration to the motives of others. Tom worried him because he simply could not get a handle on what made the young human tick.
He knew that Tom's behavior was aberrant. He realised that there was obviously something seriously, mentally wrong with his beautiful lover. He could not even begin to conceive of why Tom wanted and needed his abuse so badly and while he bathed gloriously in the results of Tom's sickness he was also very concerned by the unpredictable nature of it.
Particularly because he knew that Tom did not love him. Tom loved what Dukat did to him, but to be honest he didn't care where the pain came from as long as he got it. He had taken Tom out of the brothel but hadn't removed the whore out of Tom.
Hence Tom's unthinking comment about wishing the torture had continued. Dukat knew he would have to punish Tom and almost groaned at the realisation that Tom's comment had probably not been so unthinking after all.
Sighing in acknowledgement of his own desire to spank Tom as much as Tom obviously wanted the attention, he sat down on the edge of the bed and summoned his naked slut to his side.
Tom's eyes were wide and scared but a tiny twitch of a smile gave him away. Dukat began to wonder whether Tom was ALWAYS acting.
"I think you need to pay a penalty, Tom, for wanting someone else to have what is mine" Dukat growled and wordlessly Tom folded himself over Dukat's lap in his usual position, his butt cheeks quivering in anticipation.
As the muscles jerked in Tom's buttocks, Dukat grinned in delight at the `tattoo' he had created earlier. Before the `torture' session he had given strict instructions to his medics to leave the whip marks in place when Tom was healed and had actually gone as far as to instruct them to rub Aurooja Oil in the welts to ensure that a permanent scar would result.
He had plans for this tattoo.
So the cheeks of Tom's ass were already swollen an angry red even before he started to lay a pattern of firm, bruising slaps. Tom's naked body jerked in ecstasy as his ass smarted and his groin was crushed mercilessly into Dukat's leather clad knees.
"If you cum on my uniform, Tom, I won't fuck you tonight" Dukat promised evilly as he saw Tom's beaten body shaking towards a climax and he grinned as he saw Tom's shuddering efforts to control himself.
Deciding to stack the odds further against his gorgeous lover, he suddenly rammed three thick fingers up Tom's ass and wiggled them about.
"Ohhhhhhh" Tom squealed "no fair"
Dukat laughed uproariously as Tom's feet kicked helplessly and his blonde mane shook with arousal.
"I'm warning you, Tom, don't you dare cum!" he sniggered as his middle finger found Tom's prostate and Tom's wails grew in intensity.
Finally, when the pressure in his own groin finally became stronger than his enjoyment in tormenting Tom, he withdrew his fingers and stood up abruptly, letting Tom's limp body fall to the carpeted floor with a muffled thump.
"Okay then, get your ass on the bed, Slut and I'll show you what you've been missing for all these months" he purred as he unfastened his uniform and Tom scrambled onto the silky sheets with gusto. "I'm going to make you feel so good you won't be able to think of anyone but me ever again." He promised as he crawled between Tom's knees and threw the pale legs over his shoulders to expose Tom's puckered opening.
With his usual dry thrust he drove home and Tom screamed in agony even as he reflexively tightened his ass around the invader to increase the friction.
"No one else makes you feel like I do, do they?" Dukat demanded as he began to pump furiously and sobbing Tom agreed, as Dukat's cock ripped him apart.
Dukat felt Tom's cum splatter his stomach and leaned into the bliss of feeling Tom's ass muscles spasming shut around him and he shot his own load, filling Tom with his essence.
He pulled his still hard cock out of Tom's hole and wiped the blood and semen onto a towel. He leant forwards and mopped at Tom's raw ass and then popped the towel under Tom's hips so the blood-tinged semen would not ruin the sheets as it trickled out.
As he rose to fetch the regenerator, Tom yelped in disappointment
"No, not yet, baby. Do me again." Tom pleaded "Come on, I know you want it. Fuck me again."
Dukat ignored him and simply began to apply the regenerating tool to his lover's battered flesh. When he had finished he grinned at the pouty look on Tom's face.
"Sorry, Tom, you will barely be able to walk tomorrow as it is. There's going to be an unexpected power shortage and Chakotay will manage to escape with his trusty band of Maquis. If he has to carry you to his ship I might have to accidentally catch him or he'll
think it was too easy."
Tom gasped in horror at Dukat's words.
"But I brought him to you, why the hell are you letting him go again?"
"All I wanted was the code. It's more useful to us for Chakotay to be running around, unwittingly leading us to the other cells."
"But why can't I stay?" Tom wailed "Seska can report back to you, you don't need us both on board."
"Sorry Tom, there's no way he'll leave without you after this afternoon's performance. You'll just have to go with them until I can find a way to get you off the ship without raising suspicion."
"I won't go!" Tom sobbed defiantly and Dukat smashed him across the cheek so hard that he split the side of Tom's mouth.
"Never forget that I own you Tom. You will do anything I fucking well tell you. Do you understand?" Dukat snarled
"Yes" Tom sniveled contritely "I'm sorry."
Dukat bent forwards and gently licked the blood from Tom's lips and as the coppery taste melted into his tongue his cock jumped with excitement. Sorry for his anger, since Tom had only been trying to stay with him after all, he grinned in sudden decision. "What the hell, let the bastard carry you!" he laughed and plunged back into Tom's welcoming depths.
**
When Dukat's bladder woke him up in response to the sound of rushing water he could hear Tom singing lustily in the bathroom. He sighed deeply, suddenly feeling old. He was stiff in more muscles than he had previously realised existed and his cock was on fire. How the hell could Tom have even gotten out of bed, let alone be taking an obviously cheerful shower?
He lay with his eyes closed for a few more minutes, simply gathering his strength, and then hauled himself up to a sitting position. He noticed with distaste that the silk sheets were covered with deep burgundy stains and the sticky crud of his own multiple ejaculations and wondered yet again what had possessed him to buy white bedcovers.
The sound of water stopped and soon Tom emerged wearing nothing but a towel around his neck and a sunny smile.
"Mornin' Babe" Tom said and then shook his long wet hair like a dog, sending a spray of water over the stained sheets.
"You're so fucking messy Tom" Dukat growled and the young man laughed and scooted onto the bed, straddling Dukat's hips and bending down for a deep hungry kiss. His bright blue eyes widened in appreciation as the bedcovers suddenly tented under his butt and he deliberately ground himself down into Dukat's arousal.
The resultant friction on Dukat's sore cock galvanized the Cardassian into grasping Tom by his biceps and roughly flinging him off. The blonde crashed to the floor by the bed and lay dazed for a moment before dragging himself up to a kneeling position and staring reproachfully at Dukat.
"You're such a bastard, sometimes!" he complained bitterly
"We don't have time for this!" The Cardassian replied firmly, unwilling to admit that he was simply too sore. He wondered again how the skinny human could always recover so quickly from his abuse.
Dukat was so much stronger physically and it was he inflicting the pain but sometimes, like now, he felt like the victim in the relationship. "You've got to get your ass down to the holding cell!"
Tom pouted again and began to wheedle desperately, "Come on, babe. Think how much you're going to miss me. No one else can do for you what I can! Do you really think you can wait a few more months for another night like we just had?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Tom. The universe is full of whores. The only difference between you and the rest of the sluts I've had is you keep begging for more!" Dukat snarled and was gratified by the flash of hurt in Tom's eyes.
"But, but?you want me. I know you do. I can make you feel so good. Let me stay, I know you want me to." Tom pleaded miserably
"What I want is for you to fucking do as you're told" Dukat snapped in fury.
Tom scrambled backwards in panic as the angry Cardassian threw back the sheets and jumped out of bed but Dukat was faster and grabbing Tom's wet hair with his left hand delivered a series of violent flat-handed slaps across Tom's cheek with his right.
"How many times do I have to teach you not to question me?" Dukat screamed as Tom yelped and jerked under the blows.
"I'm sorry" Tom whimpered when Dukat's rage finally ceased.
"Suck me" Dukat ordered and Tom searched his face fearfully. It was clear to Dukat that he had guessed his punishment when huge tears began to brim in the blue eyes.
"Don't make me repeat myself Tom" Dukat purred and saw Tom shudder in horrified resignation before opening his mouth and diving onto the huge cock in front of his face.
As Tom deep-throated him, Dukat sighed with the blissful feeling of relief as saliva cooled his burning cock and a skilled tongue licked his abraded scales. Then with a nasty chuckle he relieved his full bladder into Tom's throat.
He began to laugh uproariously as he watched Tom choking and spluttering as the acidic waste sped down to his stomach. Finally emptied he pulled out and watched Tom heaving for breath, his cheeks stained red with a combination of asphyxiation and humiliation.
Suddenly Tom turned a peculiar shade of green and scrambled to the bathroom, reaching the toilet bowl just in time before he started to heave.
Dukat watched Tom's vomiting with pleasure. Particularly the way his quivering buttocks displayed Dukat's earlier handiwork. Dukat congratulated himself quietly for the wonderful piece of art that he had carved into Tom's butt.
Sighing because Tom was perfectly correct in assuming that he could hardly bear to let him go again, Dukat wandered back into his bedroom and ordered breakfast. He was on his third cup of coffee before a very pale and chastened Tom joined him.
"Breakfast?" Dukat offered pleasantly.
Tom paled even further and simply shook his head as miserable tears continued to roll silently down his cheeks. Dukat hid a smile of satisfaction. No other form of punishment ever subdued the human nearly as much as that simple gross act. He saved it for rare occasions when he needed total compliance. He doubted Tom would give him any further trouble today.
"Stop sniveling, Tom and drink this" Dukat passed over a glass of milk to take away the taste in Tom's mouth and hopefully settle his stomach. It was going to be a long day and he needed to get Tom on board as soon as possible.
"Here's the plan. You will be taken back to the holding cell. Chakotay and the others have all been placed in the same cellblock so when the power fails he will be able to quickly release you all. There will be a number of controlled explosions to indicate an attack from a Maquis rescue party. When you manage to get away in your ship there will be enough debris outside the station to validate the idea that the attacker has been destroyed during the rescue attempt.
"We have created the illusion of damage to all the fighter-bay doors so that we will be unable to pursue you. Chakotay will have a chance to warn the Maquis that I have the codes. They will manage to evacuate the target before I destroy it."
"I don't understand. Why not just kill them all?" was Tom's bewildered answer
"Chakotay will be no further use to me if he falls apart from guilt. This way he will be able to reconcile his saving of you since no one else will get hurt and I will still be able to close their main base of operations. I will use the usual contacts to get a message to you later. In the meantime you will follow Seska's orders and use the time to get close to Chakotay."
"How close?" Tom mumbled quietly
"His cock up your fucking ass close, Tom. Why else would I send a slut like you?" Dukat snarled viciously
"What if he prefers women?"
"If he did, don't you think Seska would have managed to get in his pants by now? She's been trying to throw herself in his bed for months. I'm very displeased with her. I trust that you will succeed where she has failed."
Swallowing nervously, Tom mumbled his reply "I?I don't think I can, Dukat"
Seeing new rage building in the Cardassian's face, Tom flinched and hastened to explain.
"He thinks I was a virgin. He'll expect me to be traumatised. He's hardly going to consider fucking me to be a reasonable form of counseling!"
"That's why you'll have to be twice as clever about it." Dukat replied smoothly "I suggest that you make a huge deal of your gratitude for his intervention. You could perhaps drop hints that it wasn't the fact that I fucked you that hurt as much as the fact that he watched since you've always had a secret desire for him. You could?well whatever. Play it by ear Tom, you've got enough experience to pull it off."
"Yeah, I guess so?but why? What will it achieve?" Tom asked in evident bewilderment
"Because, stupid, who is better placed to learn Chakotay's secrets than his poor battered bum boy?
"Oh?so that's why you left the scar on my butt, so he'd always feel guilty about what happened to me."
"Exactly, and guilt will let his defenses down. Besides, I want to be sure that every time he sees your pretty ass he is thinking about my face!" Dukat smirked and then frowned as he checked the time. He stared at his chronometer pointedly.
"I guess I'd better go then." Tom mumbled dispiritedly and rose to his feet in resignation.
"Don't disappoint me Tom. Seska will keep me advised of your progress and believe me, the consequences of failure are beyond your imagination." Dukat promised as he pushed the switch that would summon his guards.
Tom swallowed nervously and nodded his understanding.
"Okay, Babe, I won't let you down!" He promised softly and Dukat smiled happily as he stepped forwards and embraced the blonde passionately.
"I know you won't Tom. You never have."
~~~
Tuvok had been alone in his dark cell for so long that his eyes watered painfully at the sudden glare of light as his cell door opened. He saw the silhouettes of three people against the blinding whiteness and then a prisoner was thrown in so violently that he crashed to the floor in a heap at Tuvok's feet.
The door slammed shut and Tuvok's eyes slowly adjusted back to the gloom. He could not make out the identity of his companion in the unlit cell so reached down to touch the man's shoulder.
As his telepathic abilities slammed into a complete brick wall, he sighed in resignation and muttered "Tom Paris".
"Who else?" came the cocky rejoinder and Tuvok curved an eyebrow in distaste. Who else indeed? This particular impenetrable barrier to his mental abilities existed only in one human that he was aware of.
The particular nature of Tom's artificial enhancements had been thoroughly explained to him by Starfleet intelligence. The details had sickened him and although he knew that Tom's role in this conflict was more important than his own and he understood the necessity of what Tom did for Starfleet, he could not reconcile it with his own moral standards.
As irrational as it was, he could not distance Tom from his actions, however necessary they were, and had a deep-held dislike for the young man which was exacerbated by irritation at his arrival in the cell. It was imperative that he discovered what had gone wrong with the plan.
"Why are you here, Tom?"
"Change of plan" Tom quipped as he pulled himself to his feet and felt his way to the bed to sit down.
"Please explain properly. I can assure you that I have thoroughly checked for listening devices."
"Dukat has decided to let the Maquis go."
"That was to be expected. He cannot kill the crew without losing Seska's usefulness as a spy. It would be highly suspicious if she was the only survivor. Also I can see that it could be advantageous for him to keep Chakotay as his unwitting accomplice in tracking down more Maquis cells. However, YOU were ordered to stay here with him."
"I tried. I failed." Tom shrugged
"You don't sound particularly contrite, Lieutenant." Tuvok criticized
"Oh gosh. I'm sorry. I really wanted to stay here and get my ass reamed some more!" Tom snarled sarcastically.
"I was advised that you found the experience quite to your taste." the Vulcan sniffed haughtily
"What you mean is that I've been so fucked up by those bastard Starfleet medics that my body now thinks pain is good. Unfortunately they didn't quite manage to wipe out all my fucking brain cells at the same time! I do my job, Tuvok but I don't fucking like it!" Tom screamed bitterly
"It would appear that you don't do your job well enough." Tuvok pronounced "I do not think that your failure in this mission will go down well back at HQ. It was imperative that we received direct information from this station over the next few months of the conflict. Your failure will be a great disappointment to a number of important people."
"So shoot me!" Tom growled miserably
Tuvok ignored the young man as he pondered the most logical way to proceed now.
"It is pointless to consider this further. If you have failed to convince Dukat by now it is unlikely that he will change his mind. He must have a reason for sending you away again, although I fail to see what use you will be to him on the Maquis ship. I assume Dukat has explained his reasoning to you?"
"I'm supposed to seduce Chakotay."
"Indeed. I understand why you would be his most likely candidate."
Tom flinched in hurt and humiliation at the Vulcan's sarcastic tone. Anyone would think that he had volunteered for this way of life. Nobody seemed to give a damn about his feelings one way or the other. Even the bastards who used him in this fashion, and understood that he had been given no choice but to agree, still treated him like something that had crawled out from under a rock.
He stifled his overwhelming urge to just break down in hysterical tears. He was determined to hide his torment from the unfeeling Vulcan bastard. He had no doubt that any sign of weakness on his part would be reported home and he would be recalled for further `modification'.
Anything would be better than returning to the hospital.
Anything!
**
As the Crazy Horse limped away from the beleaguered station, Chakotay watched his young Pilot's deft fingers running intricate patterns over the helm and sighed with a combination of relief and shame.
He could not believe his luck at the way they had managed their escape. It was almost too convenient that the attack of the unknown vessel had shorted the power in the cellblocks and had enabled him to gather his entire crew in time to reach their ship and launch an escape trajectory.
He had been determined to find Tom; sure that the young man would be still in the medical bay and he had therefore been staggered when the young blonde had hobbled out of Tuvok's cell. It had amazed him that Tom could even walk after his earlier experiences.
However, Tom had proved himself invaluable in their capture of the ship, he had confidently assumed his position at the helm and had punched in the launch codes with an ease that belied the gross injuries that Chakotay had witnessed. He was overwhelmed with pride at the young man's resilience.
It was not until they were finally sure of having evaded any pursuit that Chakotay saw the young man slump in his seat with exhaustion. He stepped forwards to pat Tom's dejected shoulder and was distressed though not surprised by the flinch that met his touch.
"It's over Tom" he said softly "Why don't you go rest a while, Ayala can handle it from here."
Tom turned to look at him; his wide blue eyes dull with pain. Bravely the young man tried to speak but his voice broke as he tried to reply "I don't ?I d.d.d.don't think I ca?can move" he whispered brokenly
Chakotay had always disliked the pilot for some indefinable reason.
Although he had been undeniably attracted to the physical appearance of the young man there had always been something hard and cocky about the pilot. Now seeing the raw hurt, the protective layers stripped away, he was drawn to the man. He felt an overwhelming need to protect him.
"Let me help you" He whispered gently, so sure of the young man's refusal that he was both shocked and touched by Tom's immediate acquiescence.
"Thank you" Tom gasped as Chakotay helped him to haul himself to his feet. As Tom stood Chakotay noticed with horror that a deep brown stain of dried blood had congealed Tom's trousers to his ass.
Guiding him with a firm hold on his shoulder, Chakotay walked closely behind the limping pilot to hide his shame from the other crewmembers. When they finally reached Tom's tiny quarters Chakotay hesitated at the door, uncertain of whether to stay or go.
"Please don't leave me alone" Tom sobbed
"You need to sleep, Tom" Chakotay replied with gentle firmness "I can't. I close my eyes and all I see is HIM" Tom whimpered and Chakotay closed his eyes in guilt at the pain that poured from the young man.
"It's okay" He whispered "I'm here. You're safe. I will stay with you if you like."
Tom's huge eyes brimmed with relieved tears and he let Chakotay escort him inside. As the door closed behind them and they were finally alone Tom released his controlled agony and collapsed weeping into Chakotay's arms. He tucked his face into Chakotay's shoulder and sobbed desperately.
As the big Maquis hugged the young man closely, running strong arms in a soothing caress up and down Tom's back, feeling the blonde's tears trickling down his own neck, he was completely confused.
He had expected the young man to hate him for what had happened to him. He knew that Tom had been made aware that the rape had been Dukat's way of torturing Chakotay. That Tom had just been the victim of Chakotay's own stubbornness. But, as Tom clung to him like he was his last refuge against a cruel world, he heard the young man begin to apologise, his voice torn by heart-breaking sobs "I'm so sorry, Captain. I'm sorry, I was just so scared. It hurt so much! I couldn't bear it. I'm sorry??"
"Why the hell are you sorry?" Chakotay asked in amazement
"It's my fault you gave him the code." Tom gasped "If I had been braver, if I had been less of a coward?"
"It wasn't your fault, Tom. " Chakotay interrupted fiercly. "I am your Captain. Your safety is my responsibility. What happened to you was intolerable. You would have died if I hadn't given in."
"But the base?" Tom snuffled
"We have signaled them a warning. They will have time to evacuate. We will lose weapons. They are replaceable, Tom. You are not!"
"Yes, I am. You said yourself I was just a mercenary. That pilots were ten a credit. You should have let them kill me. It would have been better."
"Better? Better than what?"
"I?.I? I can't live like this. Knowing what happened to me. Knowing you saw it" Tom wept hopelessly
"Why does it matter to you that I saw it? I know you had no choice. It was rape Tom, it wasn't your fault!"
"Yes it was. They must have??must have know it was what I wanted." Tom mumbled in a voice hoarse with pain and humiliation
"Are you saying you wanted Dukat to rape you?" Chakotay gasped incredulously
"NOOOOOO!" Tom wailed "I wanted YOU. But now you'll never want me?you will know that he touched me first? you won't forget it and nor will I and I wanted?wanted? just wanted you to? to love me." Tom sobbed hysterically
Chakotay was stunned by Tom's confession. He had thought the young man hated and despised him but now he wondered whether the pilot's past behavior had been a way to hide insecurity. Was it really possible that Tom had been in love with him all the time?
"I didn't know, Tom. I had no idea you felt that way. I don't understand. Believe me Tom, what happened hasn't cheapened you in my eyes. It wasn't sex, it was violence."
"But now you'll never? never want me." Tom sobbed in shame and Chakotay decided that the pilot's honesty deserved his own
"Tom, I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you and if you still feel the same after you have recovered from what has happened, I will try and prove it to you. But for now, I just want you to try and get some rest."
"Okay" Tom mumbled
"Let's get you into bed" Chakotay soothed and helped the young man to get undressed. He winced in sympathy with Tom's gasps of pain as Chakotay eased his trousers down. Despite the slow care of the older man, Tom whimpered pathetically as the crusted scabs on his ass were ripped away with the fabric and Chakotay gasped in horror as he saw the deep scars on Tom's butt.
"Spirits, Tom!" he breathed in anguish. He couldn't believe that Tom had managed to pilot the ship. Sitting on his abused ass must have been torture. He fetched a wet flannel, body lotion and a dermal regenerator from the cabinet in Tom's tiny wash room and proceeded to clean the worst of the scabs before running the regenerator over Tom's trembling butt.
Although the scars knitted together they did not fade at all and Chakotay realised with sorrow that the marks would be permanent. He soothed the cold creamy lotion over the scars, wincing in sympathy each time Tom flinched at his touch.
"I'm afraid the scar hasn't faded" Chakotay told the pilot apologetically, unwilling to give him false hope.
""I'm sorry" Tom whispered and Chakotay felt his heart break at the sincerity in Tom's voice. The young man really seemed to believe that he was at fault for what had happened and that his scars would disgust the older man.
"I think it will look quite cute!" Chakotay whispered comfortingly. "I always wanted to tattoo your ass, Tom" he chuckled and was relieved when a spark of hope was reflected in Tom's eyes.
"Then?Then you don't?don't hate me?" Tom gulped
Chakotay looked at the trembling blonde and was surprised by the rush of affection he felt. How could he have misjudged Tom for so long? "Hate you? You couldn't be further from the truth Tom and I hope that I will someday get the chance to show you exactly how wrong you are." He promised softly as he reached out a gentle hand to wipe away Tom's tears.
"You need a long soak in a bath, Tom, but we don't have the facilities. Just try and get some sleep. I'll give you something to dull the pain and by the time you wake we'll be in orbit at Andiron 3. There's a proper medical facility there and we can get you fixed up good as new."
He helped Tom into bed, a little ashamed of the way his cock stirred at the sight of Tom's pale, beautiful body. He couldn't believe his happiness at discovering that the pilot's air of cocky indifference had just been a mask to conceal passion. He knew that it would take Tom a long time to recover both physically and mentally from the rape but he was prepared to wait as long as it took for his chance to wipe away the torment of Tom's experience and replace it with better memories.
He applied the hypospray and sat with Tom as it took effect. It was not until the point just before Tom lost consciousness that the younger man spoke. His voice was faint and a little delirious but the words were clear "I love you Chakotay" he said and then Tom fell into a deep sleep.
Unbelievably touched by the comment Chakotay felt tears prickle in his eyes and he bent down and kissed the pilot's fevered brow.
"I think I might just be falling in love with you too!" He whispered gently and then left, confident that Tom would not wake for many hours.
As the doors closed behind Chakotay's back, Tom's eyes snapped open and blazed fiercly in the darkness. His body had quickly nullified the sedative and his mind was clear as crystal as he pondered the last scene.
Even as he congratulated himself for yet another stellar performance, he felt an odd niggle of guilt and sorrow. It had been so many years since anyone had touched him so gently. He could not remember anyone ever treating him with such respect and? and yes, love.
Pain ripped through his heart as he allowed himself to imagine what life could be like if he was really what he pretended to be, what it would be like to have a lover as considerate and good as Chakotay.
"Please don't fall in love with me" He whispered into the empty room "Please don't let me destroy you."
Alone in the small cabin, Tom turned on his side, clutched his pillow for comfort and wept bitterly until sleep finally overcame him.
**
The Crazy Horse was in orbit over Deneb, a planet sympathetic to the Maquis cause. Most of the crew had beamed down for R & R and to collect donations of fresh food and weapons.
Tom was in the cargo bay checking in the new supplies as they were transported up. It had been three weeks since their 'escape' and his seduction of Chakotay had begun to bear unexpected fruit in his own heart. The big gentle Captain had finally slept with him the night before and Tom was so confused over his resultant feelings that he had opted to stay on board, if only to get enough time on his own to think.
It had been a stressful three weeks. Tom had been aware of Seska's cold watchful eyes and knew that she would delight in reporting to Dukat that he had failed in his mission. Tom had known that the planned shoreleave on Deneb would give her a chance to contact the Cardassian station and he had felt nauseous at the consequences of a report that he had failed.
He had done everything in his power to seduce Chakotay but was limited by the role he was playing. Chakotay had fallen hook, line and sinker for Tom's portrayal of himself as a heart-broken victim of rape and had consequently been nobly restrained in his pursuit of the younger man.
Tom had been torn between despair and bewilderment. He had only been 16 when his father had handed him over to Starfleet Intelligence for his 'training' as a deep-cover operative. He had no idea of what to expect. He had never had a physical relationship before that time and his first introduction to sex had been at the rough hands of fellow operatives who had been instructed to prepare him for Dukat's known proclivities.
After his `training' and the completion of the various medical enhancements necessary to enable him to both perform convincingly and to survive the experience, Tom had been relocated to Starfleet Academy. Still in shock at the horror of what had been done to him, Tom had been a quiet and solitary ghost figure in the Academy but his fellow cadets had assumed his distance had been arrogance about his connections and had shunned him.
Friendless he had studied hard, aware at all times of the unseen watchers who reported his every move to Intelligence, which meant to his father. He had spent his childhood in awe and terror of his parent but had never truly understood before his `training' that the Admiral considered him merely to be a pawn for his own ambition, Tom's body a tool to be used in any way with no right of appeal.
This fact had been brought home even more forcefully when had been shaken awake one night by two silent strangers who had quickly bound and gagged him before dragging him into a transport. They had ignored the terrified boy for the two hours of their journey until, as Tom heard the shuttle land, they had approached him wordlessly with truncheons and had beaten him until they had shattered his legs, arms and collarbone.
Tom barely remembered being untied and dragged bleeding into the wreck of another shuttle. His battered body had been rammed into the twisted pilot's seat. The original pilot's body was removed and destroyed. Left alone in agony, surrounded by strewn pieces of the passengers' corpses, Tom had passed out.
By the time he woke up it was all over. The whole federation knew that Cadet Tom Paris had crashed a shuttle due to pilot error and had killed his three best friends. The fact that he hadn't even had any friends to kill seemed to go unnoticed by everyone. The records all proved that he had been on board and one of his father's minions had soon explained to him how the rest of the scenario was to be played.
Perhaps if even one of his teachers or fellow students had reached out to him he might have been able to tell the truth and thus avoid his fate. He might have been brave enough to refuse to co-operate with the plan that had destroyed his hope for a normal future.
As it was, Tom placidly told the required lies and then the further lies that purported to be the truth, and watched himself be thrown out of Starfleet in disgrace. The ultimate moment of anguish had been his own father's public denouncement of him. Perhaps until that moment he had been able to cling to the hope that it was all a terrible misunderstanding. That his father had not truly known what he was doing to his only son.
But seeing the hidden gleam of triumph in his father's ice-cold blue eyes, Tom had been finally forced to accept that he was alone. Nobody cared. He had nowhere to run to and no one to help him.
Then, still stunned and bewildered by what he considered his father's ultimate betrayal, he had been placed in the brothel on R'shen and had been kept in a drunken haze while he was well used by a multitude of alien customers before Dukat had `found' him. Since then he had been undercover as Dukat's whore, a valuable commodity used by Dukat to buy favours from various Cardassian nobles with the coin of Tom's pretty face and bleeding ass.
So Tom had never been romanced, had never known anyone who would put his feelings before their own desire. Chakotay's restraint and gentle affection had been so alien to Tom's expectations that he was beginning to obsess about the big Maquis. He dreamt childishly of somehow running away with Chakotay to some remote part of the galaxy where no one would find them.
Although he had no prior experience against which to compare, he suspected that he was falling in love with the older man. At the same time his fear was growing at an existential rate. If Seska gleefully reported his failure, Tom might be recalled to Cardassia. Tuvok would be ecstatic at Tom's return to the hive of Cardassian intelligence and would ensure that Tom could not avoid his fate. Tom would be back in his torturous existence as Dukat's catamite and he would never see Chakotay again.
In spite of his fear of the further physical pain and degradation he would suffer at Dukat's hands it was the thought of losing Chakotay that terrified him the most.
Although he knew that the big Maquis had only one ultimate aim, that of possessing his body, Tom was bewildered by Chakotay's treatment of him. He had learnt in the most definite way that to be the recipient of another man's sexual attention was to be hurt and humiliated almost beyond endurance. Yet he could not reconcile that knowledge with Chakotay. The Indian's gentleness and patience with him were in dramatic conflict with the beast that Tom's experiences had taught him must lurk beneath the calm exterior.
Having never experienced true pleasure during sex, Tom was incapable of even imagining that it existed. He knew that the hospital's adaptation of his neural synapses to confuse his body's own signals always made him react with unthinking animal lust at the first sensation of pain. But in his own mind he knew the difference. He would mentally float outside of his writhing body and watch his own antics with horror and disgust.
He could not understand his own feelings towards the Captain. He could hardly imagine Chakotay wanting to degrade him in such a way and yet every gentle caress and whispered word of the big man seemed to confirm that Chakotay was hiding a desire to humiliate him in such a fashion.
Although he feared the unveiling of that ravaging beast, he could not bear to think that he would lose the compensation of the other side of Chakotay. The man who at least pretended that Tom was a real person with feelings.
Finally, in desperation, Tom had gone to Chakotay's quarters on the night before they reached Deneb. He had barely had to exaggerate his true feelings of panic and despair.
Chakotay had seen the pilot's white face and trembling mouth and had rushed forwards to hug him "Tom, what is it? What's wrong?"
"I??I couldn't sleep. I kept, kept thinking about it, about him? I'm sorry. I didn't know who else to turn to." Tom had whispered apologetically
"I'll always be here for you, Tom." Chakotay stated firmly "When I said you could come to me anytime, I meant it!"
"I?I can't bear it anymore. I need you to take the pain away!" Tom sobbed brokenly
"How can I help?" Chakotay asked gently "What can I do to make it better?"
"Love me!"
"I do, Tom, you know that."
"No?I mean LOVE me!" Tom begged, and for the first time in his memory the tears that spilled down his cheeks for the other man were genuine. Suddenly he didn't care why he had really come here. He didn't care about Dukat or Tuvok or his father. He didn't even care that Chakotay would hurt him, he just wanted, no, needed to feel the older man inside him, filling him, making him feel real.
Hesitantly Chakotay searched the tearful blue eyes and gasped at the truth of Tom's need. He had been terrified of reaching this moment in their relationship. Even though he didn't doubt Tom's sincerity he reminded himself that it was likely that Tom would be unable to see the act through. That at the last moment the young man would probably descend into panic.
He would have to treat Tom as though he were the most fragile of flowers and be prepared to stop himself in an instant if the pilot panicked. His hesitation was in whether he could trust himself enough to do that. Whether in the heat of passion he would be able to stop and walk away. But he couldn't reject Tom now, not when the younger man had trusted him enough to vocalize his need.
"Come here, Baby" He whispered lovingly and Tom shuddered at the desire that coursed through him at the soothing tone of Chakotay's voice. He pressed his body against Chakotay's, his erection grinding against the older man's and he felt a hand snake into his hair. Tom closed his eyes in expectation of the usual sharp pain in his scalp but Chakotay's fingers did not close and yank but instead gently pushed Tom's head down so that their lips met.
As Chakotay's lips opened and his tongue pushed into Tom's mouth in hot exploration, the pilot's knees buckled with bewildering new sensations. Tom had never been kissed before. In his experience, foreplay was "bend over and brace yourself". As Chakotay began to run gentle fingers around Tom's face and neck, his tongue still insistently plundering his mouth, Tom realised with a blinding clarity that Chakotay was actually making love to him.
He had heard of the concept, but had never believed in it because he didn't understand how love and sex could exist together. The same chemical signals that usually accompanied pain in his experience were suddenly alive in his body but there was no pain, only pleasure.
Chakotay felt Tom sinking into his embrace and swept him up in his arms and carried him into his bedroom. He lay the young man on his bed and climbed on top of him. For a long time Chakotay just continued to kiss and caress Tom until he could feel the pressure in his groin like a physical ache. Slowly, watching Tom's face carefully for any sign of panic, he began to undress the pale body, gasping in delight as Tom's beauty was revealed.
"You're so beautiful, Tom." Chakotay whispered in awe even as he began to strip himself to reveal his own strong, bronze physique.
Tom's eyes were glazed with passion, his breath coming in short gasps as Chakotay reached down and slid a lazy tongue around Tom's nipples.
Tom jerked in response; his cock grinding painfully against Chakotay's as he writhed in pleasure at the unimagined arousal that Chakotay was stirring with his tongue.
Chakotay slid down Tom until his mouth could capture Tom's cock and he swallowed it deeply in one movement.
"Oh, GOD!" Tom screamed in surprise "That's so good!"
It got better. Chakotay slid his mouth up and down Tom's cock with expert talent, licking and sucking as the blonde trembled and thrust under him. At the moment he felt Tom's balls draw up to climax he gently inserted a finger into Tom's ass and wiggled it teasingly.
Tom came with a howl and Chakotay siphoned at his cock, swallowing his cum with evident relish. When Chakotay finished licking the last drops from Tom's weeping cock he slid back up the bed and kissed the dazed man. As he tasted the heady flavour of his own cum on Chakotay's sweet tongue, Tom began to weep with joy.
Tom had never been on the receiving end of a blowjob before. He had had hundreds of cocks shoved down his throat but had never even been able to imagine how the sensation felt as a recipient. No one had ever cared enough to even consider his own pleasure before. Suddenly he knew that the least he could do in return was to be generous in response.
"Please fuck me" he whispered softly. He had uttered those words countless hundreds of times but this was the first time he had actually meant them.
"Are you sure, Tom?" Chakotay asked, trying to hide his cock's violent response to the invitation.
"Yes. I'm sure Chakotay. I want it. I want you." Tom stated firmly and then turned on his front to emphasize his sincerity.
Chakotay did not reply but merely got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Tom heard him leave and began to shake hysterically at the rejection. As Chakotay emerged again, lube in hand, he was horrified at the sight of Tom's evident distress.
"It's okay, baby. You don't have to do this. It's alright." He soothed gently and was surprised by Tom's wail of disappointment "But I WANT to do it."
"So why are you crying?" Chakotay asked in honest bewilderment and had to lean forwards to hear Tom's mumbled reply
"I thought you had left me. I thought you had changed your mind."
"I just went to get some lube."
"Lube?" Tom queried in genuine puzzlement. The concept had never been explained to him. Chakotay understood Tom's confusion although his mind supplied a different reason. Since he believed Tom had never been with a man except for the rape, Chakotay assumed that Tom was too innocent to know the necessities of homosexual penetration.
"It will make it easier Tom. This way I won't hurt you. I promise you that this will be wonderful for you. It will be nothing like what happened to you before. I love you Tom and I will never, ever hurt you." He promised.
Tom shivered at the realisation that Chakotay had no idea at all of how closely he had hit the nail on the head. Reality crashed down on him like a physical blow. Inevitably the day would come when Chakotay would discover that Tom was a spy and a whore and his love would turn into hatred. The despair Tom felt distracted him so completely that Chakotay had already penetrated his ass deeply with two slippery fingers before Tom even realised.
He felt Chakotay's fingers gently probing and stretching him. He was startled by his own desire to be properly fucked by the gorgeous Maquis.
"Ohhh," He groaned in response and sighed in disappointment as Chakotay's fingers withdrew only to gasp as this time Chakotay inserted three digits.
"Ahhh" he gasped
"Are you okay with this, Tom? Do you want me to stop?
"No! " Tom cried, and then as Chakotay hesitated Tom managed to clarify "Don't stop."
Gently Chakotay delved until he found Tom's prostrate and then rubbed slowly. He was delighted as Tom jerked his response.
"Is that good, baby?" He purred gently
"Oh yes, oh god. Oh yes." Tom gasped in bewilderment. He moaned in disappointment as Chakotay withdrew his hand.
"Okay, Tom. Are you sure you want to do this?" Chakotay asked nobly as his cock strained hungrily towards the loosened hole.
"YES" Tom cried
Chakotay applied a generous dollop of lube onto his cock and a further smear into Tom's entrance just to be sure. With infinite patience and care he began to ease himself into Tom, letting the younger man slowly adjust to his presence before he began to slide slowly back and forth.
"Ohhhhh" Tom gasped. He had never realised that this could feel so good, so nice. His ass was expecting to be ripped by dry scales not stroked inside by the slick velvet thickness of Chakotay's cock.
"Oh yes!" He moaned "Oh that's so good. I didn't know it could feel good," he said without thinking and Chakotay felt tears in his eyes as he remembered Tom's abuse in the interrogation room. He had been determined to prove to Tom that being fucked by another man could be wonderful and judging by the blonde's response he seemed to be succeeding.
Gradually he increased his rhythm, careful to listen for any sign of distress but the pilot was gasping and moaning in pleasure. Finally Chakotay couldn't hold back any longer and began to pound into Tom's ass.
For a moment Tom was confused whether he was feeling pleasure or pain, or pain pretending to be pleasure and then he felt Chakotay erupt deep inside him. He clenched his teeth against the expectation of icy acidic pain and instead felt a pleasant warmth as Chakotay's hot semen gently filled his ass.
Chakotay's softened cock slid out with the mess of lube and cum. Tom whimpered at the sensation of emptiness only to be rolled onto his side and gathered into a huge bear hug by Chakotay.
"Are you all right, babe?" Chakotay whispered as he nuzzled Tom's damp forehead.
"Oh, yes." Tom gasped, "I didn't know it could feel like that!" he said honestly
"It's like that if you love each other, Tom, and I love you. I won't ever let you go now I've found you." He promised
As he snuggled the younger man close and started to relax into sleep he was unaware of the knife that had pierced Tom's heart.
Oh yes you will, Tom thought, when you find out what I am you will throw me away and I will shatter into so many pieces I won't ever be whole again.
Tom couldn't sleep. He lay there listening to Chakotay snore, considering the hopelessness of his situation. Thoughts ran around his head like rats in a maze. He had too many secrets to hide.
He was owned and controlled by too many people to escape the trap of his own life. He had found happiness for the first time in his miserable life and it was dangling on such a fragile thread that there was no way he could avoid losing it.
**
The next morning Chakotay had been worried at Tom's paleness and had asked him whether he regretted their relationship but he had accepted Tom's explanation that he was just tired. They had reached Deneb during the night and the crew was waiting for their much-needed shoreleave. When Tom asked to stay on board, Chakotay had been quite relieved. He did not want Tom alone on Deneb where he couldn't protect him but he had private matters to attend to.
When he was convinced that Tom just wanted time to mull things over alone he had given the blonde a passionate kiss and promising to return as quickly as possible he had departed for the surface.
As the hours slowly passed, Tom sat in the cargo bay and considered his options. They were not good. He either had to betray his newfound love to the Cardassians and Starfleet, or contrive to abandon him and return to Dukat, or he had to tell Chakotay the truth. None of the three courses of action left him with any hope of happiness. There was no chance of his relationship with Chakotay ever being more than a temporary oasis in the desert of his miserable existence.
Eventually he resigned himself that all he could do was to stick his head in the sand and just play it by ear, clinging desperately to his illusion of wellbeing until the threads of his deception finally unraveled and choked him.
At least in the meantime he could pretend that the person Chakotay loved was real. He could only hope that it could take months before the situation was finally brought to a head and he was comforted by the hope of having enough good memories by then to treasure through the rest of his sorry life.
Unfortunately for Tom, down on the surface of Deneb, his perfidy was already being revealed to a horrified Chakotay.
**
Chakotay had taken two hours to reach the rendezvous with his contact. Most of that time had been spent in travelling half way around the planet and back again, switching directions and methods of transport more than a dozen times. By the time he arrived at the quiet tavern on a deserted back street he was certain that even the most stealthy and intrepid pursuit had been shaken.
As he entered the dim bar his eyes took a moment to adjust and then he peered into the shadowy alcoves looking for his contact. In a far corner he saw a big cloaked figure hunched over a table and sighed internally with relief.
Grabbing a pitcher of ale and two glasses from the fat, bored barkeep he made his way discretely to the big stranger and plonked the drinks down as he took the chair opposite.
The figure looked up and in the gloom Chakotay could barely make out the features of the man's face but the thick beard and dancing eyes were unmistakable
"Will," Chakotay grinned "I can't tell you how good it is to see your face."
Will Riker smiled back at the big Indian even as he noted with concern that the other man's hair was grayer and his face was drawn and unusually pale.
"You too. What happened, Chakotay? We heard a rumor that your ship was captured. We thought you were dead. I couldn't believe it when I got your message. The Enterprise must have broken warp 10 to get me here in time."
"Where is she?"
"Hidden behind the dark side of the second moon. I came down by shuttle so no one will have detected her presence. Anyway tell me your news. Were you really captured?"
"We were. We escaped." Chakotay replied simply but Will noticed the grimace of remembered horror that flashed across the older man's face.
"It was bad then" Will stated in understanding, "How did you get away?"
"Luck, chance, or maybe?" and suddenly Chakotay's niggling doubts coalesced "Maybe he LET us escape. But why the hell would he do that?"
"I suspect he has infiltrated your ship, Chakotay. One of your crew must be a Cardassian agent." Will said and was surprised by Chakotay's rueful chuckle
"Yes, why not? After all the whole bloody Maquis is full of imposters - like me!"
"I know you think your mission goes against your own principles Chakotay, that you genuinely believe that the Maquis are fighting a righteous war, but Starfleet isn't using you to betray the Maquis, all we need you to do is root out our own traitors before they can rip the peace treaty apart with their meddling."
"I just don't understand why it can't be handled at HQ. Everybody knows that the Intelligence Agency is corrupt. Why can't we just take down the heads of that department? Without their spy masters the intelligence operatives will be cut off and harmless."
"Because the rot goes deeper than we first suspected, right into the heart of Starfleet. It is impossible to tell who has been corrupted. The treachery reaches right into the highest positions. No one knows who to trust anymore. By capturing the agents we can gather proof against the ringleaders. Without evidence our hands are tied."
"How did you know my ship had been captured?" Chakotay asked suddenly.
"The rumor came from Intelligence of course."
"Of course," Chakotay repeated dryly. "Then they have an operative either on Dukat's station or my ship!"
"Exactly"
"So I am possibly harboring a Cardassian Spy and an Intelligence Operative and I am myself a Starfleet Plant." Chakotay mused miserably. "Perhaps it would have been better for the Maquis if we HAD been killed by Dukat."
"Do you have any idea who the spies might be?" Will questioned gently, ignoring Chakotay's last comment since he couldn't think of a suitable reply.
"I have a new engineer, half-Klingon, ex-Starfleet, she is a possibility as an intelligence plant? There's a Vulcan who joined us a few months back but I can't imagine him being a spy for either Cardassia or the Federation. There's a Bajoran woman, Seska, who escaped a Cardassian camp recently ? she's a possibility for the Cardassian leak. Who knows what they could have done to her? She might have subliminal programming that even she is unaware of?." Chakotay mused
"Any other new crew members?" Will asked as he digested Chakotay's words thoughtfully
"Just my pilot, Tom Paris, he's just a kid. He's clean." Chakotay said and smiled softly as he remembered Tom's beautifully passionate response to him the night before. He couldn't wait to get back on board and continue where they had left off.
"Not Tom Paris, son of Admiral Owen Paris?" Will asked in horror.
"Yes" Chakotay replied, puzzled at Will's tone
"Jesus, Chakotay, and you've fallen for his angelic poor-little-me routine?" Will gasped incredulously "Wow, they must really be training them well at intelligence these days, no wonder we can't catch the bastards."
"What the hell do you mean?" Chakotay snarled in fury, ready to defend Tom to the death
"When I told you the rot had spread right to the highest levels, who do you think I was referring to? Admiral Paris is the ringleader of the whole bloody operation and you've taken the old wolf's cub right into your own den."
"Tom is not responsible for his father's actions. Anyway, Owen disowned him after his accident at Caldik Prime." Chakotay snapped hotly, even as a niggle of doubt began to rip viciously into his heart.
"Tom didn't have an accident. It was a set up. Tom wasn't even on the shuttle until after the crash. The files were altered. He is an agent for Intelligence and the so-called accident was just a way to give him an excuse to join the Maquis."
"I don't believe it." Chakotay moaned although he had seen Tom fly.
He had seen the boy's skill first hand and had never been able to reconcile Tom's obvious ability with the rumor of his fatal pilot error at Caldik Prime.
"I'm sorry, Chakotay, obviously the boy means a lot to you, but he's not what you think. He's a cuckoo in the nest. We realised that he had been activated but lost track of him until three months ago when he was spotted on a planet near the conflict, plying his trade as a mercenary. We knew he had managed to infiltrate a Maquis cell but I had no idea he had got into yours."
"Are you sure, Will? Really sure?" Chakotay asked desperately
Will Riker looked at the older man in pity. They had been close once, very close, and he recognised the heart-broken look in Chakotay's eyes.
Obviously Tom Paris had seduced Chakotay to further his nefarious plans. Will wanted to rip the little bastard apart with his own hands for hurting his old friend so badly with his deception.
"I'm so sorry, Chakotay" he whispered softly, running his palm comfortingly over the other man's trembling fingers.
For a few long moments Chakotay allowed himself to wallow in regret for the loss of his beautiful, precious lover, a lover who it now turned out had never even existed, a lover whose every word and action had been a lie. Then he straightened himself and Will saw the fire of hate and vengeance burning in his eyes.
Despite his own disgust at the boy's deceit, Will felt a small pang of sympathy for him. He wouldn't wish for anyone to be on the receiving end of the deathly wrath that Chakotay was beginning to radiate.
"Well, well?what shall I do with the little fucker?" Chakotay snarled viciously, his pain transformed to red-hot fury
Will gulped nervously at Chakotay's murderous look.
"Don't kill him, Chakotay. He may be useful if we ever get enough evidence against his father!"
"You want him? I'll beam him over!" Chakotay snarled "After I've `discussed' a few things with him."
Will swallowed as he imagined what pathetic beaten wreck would appear on the Enterprise's transporter. He was almost glad that he had to refuse Chakotay's offer.
"No, Chakotay, it's too early to show our hand and if we try to keep him secretly until he's of use to us, there is bound to be a leak. I suggest you send him on a mission alone in a shuttle and we will capture him and try him as a Maquis. That way we can publicly jail him and Intelligence won't be able to save him without revealing that he's been working for them all along."
"They could break him out of jail" Chakotay argued
"Not if he's in Maximum Security at Auckland"
"You can't put a boy who looks like Tom into that den of animals" Chakotay whispered, his anger momentarily shaken by his memory of Tom being raped by Dukat. That at least had been no illusion.
"Make a change for an Intelligence Agent to get fucked. They are usually the ones fucking things up for all the rest of us!" Will replied cruelly, refusing to consider the consequences to Tom. After all the son of Owen Paris was obviously as much a bastard as his father and deserved no mercy.
He saw the big man's internal conflict between decency and vengeance playing openly across Chakotay's face.
Vengeance won.
"Okay" Chakotay said grimly, "I'll set it up and signal you where you can catch the little bastard. But first I have my own score to settle with him." And the evil smile that played across his face chilled Will to the bone.
"Don't damage him too much, Chakotay, think of the public trial!" Will warned
"Oh, don't worry, I won't mark his FACE!" Chakotay snapped and rising abruptly stormed out of the bar.
As Will watched Chakotay disappear he had to suppress his own guilt at the hurricane he had deliberately unleashed against Tom Paris.
After all, with Admiral Owen Paris for a father, the boy had probably never stood a chance.
**
By the time Chakotay arrived back at his ship, his rage had sharpened to a white-hot tip of fury, fuelled by the deep and crushing disappointment in his heart. He had not realized just how far he had fallen for the treacherous blonde until the moment that his love was distorted into hate by the discovery of Tom's duplicity.
Chakotay had never been so out of control before, because he had never before loved anyone so deeply. He was ill equipped to deal with the rage that was filling him in proportion to the depth of his former love.
He had never been a violent man but, like a volcano that had been dormant for decades, his fury was building a pressure inside him that threatened to explode out of him like hot lava to destroy his betrayer. His hands actually ached with the need to rip the pilot apart.
He burst through the cargo bay doors like an avenging demon but then froze at the peaceful sight of Tom curled up asleep on a packing crate. His face had the soft innocence of a child and his long, red-gold hair curled around his head like a halo. Chakotay choked at the sight and for a moment drank it in like bitter wine.
How could anything so beautiful be so deadly? He asked himself. How could such deceit lurk beneath such an angelic surface? Had he truly taken a viper into his life, seeing only the pretty colors not the venomous bite?
For a moment he actually considered waking the young man gently and giving him a chance to explain, to defend himself. Then he snorted in self-derision, angry with himself for still being a fool for a pretty face.
Tom would lie. Tom had always lied. Tom WAS a lie.
Chakotay stepped forwards and grasped the sleeping man's shoulders and shook him viciously. Tom woke in alarm but then saw that his disturber was Chakotay and a huge sunny smile lit his face.
For a moment the beauty of the smile, the apparent happiness in Tom's lapis-lazuli eyes, mesmerized Chakotay. Every instinct told him that Tom was not acting, that Tom's love for him was real.
Then he cursed himself for being a middle-aged fool. This little bastard was a trained Intelligence Operative; he had probably practiced that smile for hours in front of a mirror, perfecting his technique.
Chakotay reminded himself of a time Tom had sobbed in his arms over the accident at Caldik Prime, an accident that had never even fucking happened.
"Get up" He snarled and was satisfied by the flash of fear and confusion in Tom's face.
"Chak...what's wrong, what have I done?" Tom stuttered, his mind racing furiously.
He was guilty of so many things that he couldn't even imagine which transgression had been discovered. All he knew, with heart-stopping pain, was that Chakotay's face was contorted with hate and disgust. The love had disappeared as though it had never existed. Tom felt himself shattering inside.
Chakotay saw the guilt and fear in Tom's eyes and suddenly KNEW that Will Riker had been right. He didn't even stop to consider the act of hitting Tom; it was an instinct that he could resist no more than fall could deny the descent of winter.
Again and again his fists pummeled into the young man who just cowered submissively, whimpering under the blows.
"You fucking bastard, you fucking little whore!" Chakotay was screaming as he punched Tom's unresisting body. Tears were pouring down the older man's cheeks in a combination of rage and sorrow.
"You made me love you, you bastard. You used me!" he sobbed until finally shame at his actions drained the energy out of him and he stopped his abuse, aware suddenly of the pain in his knuckles and the sound of Tom's tortured gasping for breath around obviously fractured ribs.
Gulping for air, Tom collapsed to his knees at Chakotay's feet, his shattered ribcage sending knifing shafts of pain straight to his groin, which was responding with uncontrollable excitement. In some part of his brain he could feel himself screaming desperately at the betrayal of his own body.
He knew that the sobbing Captain had burnt out his rage, that he would not strike Tom any more if he just stayed put. That the one thing that might push Chakotay back over the edge of madness would be Tom trying to seduce him.
Tom knew this, but his body had been programmed to react to this form of abuse with unthinking lust. As though he was a spectator to the event he saw himself drag his body back to its feet and throw himself at Chakotay, his mouth seeking the older man's in desperate desire.
Still stunned and ashamed by his uncharacteristic loss of control, Chakotay was too startled by Tom's move to prevent the hot tongue being thrust into his mouth. Horrified, he threw Tom away from himself with a howl of outrage but Tom immediately squirmed back into his embrace, his eyes wild with lust and his erection grinding against Chakotay's hip.
Chakotay remembered the tender care he had taken with Tom last night in the belief the young man was an innocent. There was nothing innocent about the blue eyes that blazed at him now. The little bastard was brazenly taunting him, finally showing his true colors.
"Fuck me" Tom growled, even as he screamed internally in horror at his own words
Chakotay snapped. He wanted to wipe out his memories of the previous night. He wanted to teach Tom a lesson he would never forget. For the first time in his life, Chakotay wanted to hurt another human being just to assuage the pain inside his own soul. Like a ravaging beast, he began to rip at Tom's clothes until the bruised trembling body was exposed.
Nooooo! Tom howled silently, Don't do it Chakotay, don't be like all the others after all. Please don't hurt me too! You promised you would never hurt me. Noooooooooo
But the words that came out of his lips were: "Go on, Chakotay. Fuck me hard. If you CAN. Show me that you're a REAL man after all." In a voice so mocking that Chakotay could not even pretend to control himself any longer.
He threw Tom's naked body over the packing crate, fully intending to rip Tom's asshole to shreds, only to pause at the sight of the vivid scar on Tom's butt and he was unmanned by his memories of how it got there.
What the hell was he thinking of? He was no rapist. He couldn't do this.
He began to back away in horror at what he had nearly done, only to be lashed by Tom's sarcastic drawl of "What's wrong, Chak? Can't get it up?"
With an insane howl of fury, Chakotay reamed Tom in one violent thrust, unbelievably satisfied by Tom's resultant scream of pain.
Again and again he battered Tom with his cock so forcefully that he drove splinters from the wooden crate into Tom's chest and groin.
Tom was wailing in agony at the pain, yet all the time Chakotay was driving into him, he was screaming "Is that the best you can do? Can't you do it any harder?"
Maddened by Tom's words Chakotay slammed again and again into Tom's bleeding hole until he couldn't prevent his climax and then his cum erupted into the younger man. With his release, some sanity finally surfaced and he pulled out, horrified, his cock dripping with blood and semen. He could see the raw bleeding wound that had been Tom's ass and he was filled with self-disgust.
"Why?" He screamed at the battered body of the pilot "Why did you make me fall in love with you? Wasn't it enough for you to trick me into taking you on board? Couldn't you get enough information for your Intelligence cronies without whoring yourself to me? Did your father tell you to sell your ass for my information or did you just make it up as you went along?" Chakotay screamed and then began to cry in great heaving gasps as he added in bewilderment "Why did you make me do THIS to you?"
Although he knew there was no excuse for his actions he was fully aware that Tom had orchestrated the abuse, goading him into it, and he couldn't understand what sadistic game the younger man had been trying to play. Was Tom intending to use Chakotay's own guilt to manipulate him further?
Tom wept bitterly on the packing crate. His own physical pain forgotten as he heard the agony in Chakotay's voice. How could he have driven Chakotay to this? How could he have done this much harm to the only man he had ever loved? Then the importance of Chakotay's words penetrated his brain. He realised that Chakotay knew he was working for Starfleet Intelligence but that he evidently had no idea of his connection to Dukat.
A desperate hope filled him. Perhaps it wasn't too late to redeem the situation, even despite the way he had revealed his own depraved reactions to pain by his goading of the older man.
He pushed himself up enough to turn his broken body and sat down facing the big Maquis, wincing at the renewed pain in his ass and quickly covering his lap with his hands to cover his cock's hungry stirring at the sensation. With all the sincerity he could muster, Tom looked straight into Chakotay's pain-filled eyes, noting the guilt and sorrow etched on the older man's face.
"I'm sorry Chakotay, you're right about me working for Starfleet Intelligence but I never meant to deceive YOU. What I feel for you is real. I wanted to tell you the truth but I was too afraid that you would leave me. I don't have to go back, I can stay with you. Please Chakotay, I love you!"
"And that is why you just pulled this little whore act?" Chakotay snarled in disbelief
"I didn't know how else to prove to you how much I love you. That I want you so much I don't even care if it hurts!" Tom sobbed "I thought if I made you fuck me, you'd remember how good we are together, you'd remember that you love me too!"
"You have a strange and twisted version of love Tom, that obviously matches your strange and twisted version of the truth. To be honest, I might one day have been able to forgive you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you for making me lose control like this!"
"Give me another chance, Chakotay, please. Please don't leave me. You promised that you'd never leave me. Please Chakotay, I'll do anything to prove to you that I'm telling the truth." Tom cried desperately, "I love you, Chakotay, please, please believe me."
Chakotay sighed at the weeping blonde, he wanted so much to believe Tom but he knew that he didn't dare. His heart could not take any further surprises and he knew in his soul that he had only scratched the surface of Tom's deceit.
He couldn't put his finger on what was really bothering him about Tom's reaction to the virtual rape, but he knew that the screaming, lust-filled animal that had worn Tom's face for those terrible moments had been the real Tom Paris and it disgusted him to his very core.
"I want to believe you, Tom" Chakotay lied softly "But I don't know if I dare trust you."
"Just give me a chance to prove myself, Chakotay" Tom begged "I'll do anything, anything!"
Chakotay appeared to consider Tom's words for a long moment before looking straight into Tom's tear-filled eyes and saying: "There's a mission that Ayala was going to do for me. Some vital information needs to be delivered tonight by shuttle to a ship hiding behind the second moon of this planet. I will give you a chance Tom and send you instead. If you are going to betray me this is your chance, if you come back we will re-evaluate our relationship. That's the best offer I can make you."
Tom couldn't believe it. Chakotay was actually going to give him another chance.
No one had ever given him a chance to put things right before. His heart hammered in his chest as though it might explode with his gratitude towards the big Maquis.
"I won't let you down, Chak. I'll prove myself to you, I swear." He gasped, sobbing in relief.
Chakotay masked his disgust at Tom's performance and instead gave the blonde a gentle smile, thinking to himself that it was a good job that he could act too.
"I'm sorry I hurt you Tom, I was out of line. I think you had better go to Sickbay and get your ribs knitted before you set off. But you'll have to hurry, there's not much time. While you are gone I will give this whole situation more thought. Perhaps I have judged you too quickly."
"I won't fail, Chakotay. I will deliver the message for you." Tom promised, his eyes bright with renewed hope and he was nearly humming with joy as he began to haul his ripped clothes over his battered body.
As he limped eagerly towards the door, Chakotay's eyes followed him coldly.
"Good bye, you fucker.." he whispered "Enjoy making your new friends in Auckland" and he ignored the surprisingly fierce pang of pain he felt at the knowledge that he would never see the pilot again.
END