by Cinder
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All characters are the property of The Powers that Be. I'm just have fun with them.

"Tick" line lovingly quoted from the fantastic works by Bill Edlund.

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Buster howled at the third strike from the sonic whip, dimly wondering when Captain Proton planned on getting his ass down here already. Soon. Now would be nice.

"Oh, my pet," Serpentia, daughter of Chaotica gushed, the whip pulled back for another strike, "you are so delightful like this. I didn't think you would mark well, but," she purred, "those red welts are gorgeous. More, you think?" Her smoky voice floated over him, adding to the dreamy effect. His back and thighs were so hot from the whip, hot and itchy. He didn't like this, he told himself. He didn't like it. Oh, my, but it felt good, warm. His heavy erection hung between his thighs, on display for everyone, betraying him.

"Please, no more!" He tried to struggle, but the way she had him rigged up, there was no out. A harness around his torso and shoulders held most of his weight. The rest was on the leather bindings around his wrists. His feet didn't even touch the floor, but they were tethered there by the ankles, pulling his legs wide apart. It made him feel weightless and a trifle dreamy, and all the more frightened because he had no control over his own body. But if he let go nothing could happen, he reminded himself. That was the joy. He struggled a little to make sure. Not going anywhere.

"Another implement then?" She stalked in front of him, caressing her whip, her snakeskin patterned dress slithering over her curves. "Perhaps the crop?" She set down her tool and picked up a long, wicked looking piece of stiff leather with a little loop at the end. Swishing experimentally, they both listened to it whistle. "Barbaric, but enticing all the same."

"Please, have mercy?"

"Are you going to betray your precious Captain Proton for me?" Swishing closer, her needle sharp nails dragged along his flank, tell-tale lines left in their wake. "Are you going to be my little slave, Buster?"

"Never!"

"Then, I think it's time for a little more pain." She smiled seductively. "Not that I'm complaining." The crop stung his delicate skin like fire. He could almost feel the welts rising across his buttocks and the backs of his thighs. "This can all end. All you have to do is betray Captain Proton." Her slinky satin dress rubbed over his skin, a cool balm, her huge breasts wriggling back and forth across the small of his back.

"Never! I'll never join you!"

"I'm started to find this insulting." With a decided sulk and an extra swing of her hips, she approached the implement table again. "While your loyalty is admirable, it will kill you sooner or later."

"Is that what you plan?" Buster gritted, trying not to let his eyes stray over her more revealed than covered curves.

"Oh, no, that would be sloppy." One of those nails traced his pretty lower lip. "There are so many wonderful things worse than death." Trailed over his noble chin, "Save yourself the trouble," down his elegant neck, "and give in now," across his collar bone, "such a beautiful pet you'll make," over his chest to toy with a rosy nipple. "Don't you want to be my pet, pretty one?"

"Never!"

"I don't think you mean that."

"Captain Proton will come for me! He will rescue me! Do you worst, witch! I'll never break!"

The last thing Buster expected met that threat, the press of Serpentia's soft lips and tongue against his own. With a groan he fell open to something he had refused only a moment before, the pleasure succeeding where the pain had failed. What was it with him and holograms, he wondered to himself. Well, as Tom had always said, no need to be rude. He kissed Serpentia back for all he was worth.

Chuckling, she stroked his cheek. "Oh, yes, pet. I see the way now." Nails trailed down his chest again, this time bypassing his nipples, tickling his stomach briefly before digging into his hard cock. Buster moaned, thrusting up into her grip. "Tell me you want me."

"No," gasping, he betrayed his words, continuing to thrust into her too small hand.

"My, my, what would Captain Proton think of his loyal Buster Kincaid right now? Hmmm?" Her other hand tangled in his hair, jerking his head back roughly. "Hmmm?"

"I'd think he couldn't help himself, Serpentia."

"You!" she spit, catching sight of the confident captain leaning against the wall, his arms and legs so casually crossed.

"I'd say that he never betrayed me even in the face of the very worst torture."

"I'll kill you!"

"No, Serpentia," Captain Proton finally uncrossed his arms, revealing a ray gun aimed right at her, "it's your time to face justice, the justice of Captain Proton, Defender of the Galaxy!"

"No, please, spare me!" Serpentia dropped to her knees, slinking over to the stalwart Captain. "I'll do anything."

"Your tricks won't work on me, Serpentia!"

"Please." She crawled slowly up his body. "Please, for what we once were. For what we might have been." They kissed long and hard. From behind her back Serpentia pulled out a ray gun.

"Captain! Look out!" Buster called.

He shoved Serpentia away, but not fast enough. One shot and the captain was on the floor, unconscious.

"Oh, pet, you are in so much trouble now," Serpentia purred at Buster. A snap of her fingers brought two of her father's goons. "Throw them in the dungeon!" Rough hands unbuckled and unsnapped his bonds. Grabbing him round the waist, Buster was thrown over a huge, meaty shoulder and carried down to the dungeon. The huge iron door clanged shut behind them, leaving the only light source the four by four inch window in the door, even that with bars.

As quickly as he could, Buster scuttled over to the groggy captain.

"She got me, huh?" Captain Proton whispered.

"Yeah." A shy grin. "Did you forget the rule about not trusting the daughter of the enemy?"

"Momentarily I guess. She's some hologram, huh?" A long fingered hand slowly traced the skin of Buster's arm and shoulder. "You're naked."

"All the better to torture me."

"Was it hard?"

"Just don't ask me to sit on my ass for a while."

Captain Proton opened his arms and pulled a very naked Buster Kincaid inside. "What can I do to make it better? Kiss it?" he teased.

"Please, just rub it. It's so. . . hot now. I. . . oohh. . . " He tensed slightly under the Captain's soft hands, but let go again knowing that this man was his friend, his companion in danger, and ever so briefly once a week, his lover. Of course, it never started out that way. Tom always meant to be faithful even when he was playing someone else. And Harry had every good intention of helping him to be faithful. But how do you say no to you best friend, very beautiful, strong, brave best friend? "That's. . . very. . . good."

"Is it. . . Buster?"

"Yeah. . . Cap." Those beautiful hands slid lower, their long fingers kneading Buster's ass, soothing the welts. Light kisses followed, and then harder, a wet tongue slipping out to trace the red lines. Buster/Harry moaned, unable to hold it in any longer. The hands stopped.

"I guess we should figure out how to get out of here."

Harry was absolutely positive he was going to kill, but several deep breaths brought him back under control. Tom belonged to B'Elanna, no matter how much Harry wanted him, and just because they were playing Buster and Proton right now didn't make it all right. "Yeah. Yeah, we should." Standing stiffly, he took a good look around.

"Wow, Harry."

"What?"

"You just look. . . Well, like that you look. . . "

He looked down at himself, still naked, glowing in the slight light given by the window in the door, his wrists and ankles encased in leather cuffs. "Maybe I can seduce the guards."

"What?"

"Why not? You did say this program gets racier as time goes on, right?"

"Well, yeah. . . "

Buster didn't wait for his response, but approached the window. Three guards at the end of the hall were laughing and joking. One of them was the huge guy that had carried him down here. The other two, although smaller by comparison, easily dwarfed him. Taking a bracing swallow, he called out, "Hey, big guy!" All three wandered over. Buster pulled back a little so they could see more of his body. "What's it take to get a meal around here?"

"Serpentia said no."

"Aww, but I'm so hungry." He licked his lips. "I'd be grateful."

"Oh, yeah?" The medium sized one looked at his companions. "How grateful?"

"Very," Buster growled. Behind him, he could feel Captain Proton sidling close, ready to make a break for it as soon as the door was opened.

"It could be a trap," the smallest one whispered. "If Serpentia finds out that you opened that door - " Big guy cut him off with a well placed fist to the nose. He slumped to the floor, unconscious. Medium guy was already opening the door, eager to get at that beautiful, naked, gold body. Buster let himself be crushed against the wall in a sloppy kiss while Captain Proton handled big guy. Over amorous medium guy's shoulder he watched as the two adversaries struggled. Big guy wasn't that much taller, but he was insanely thicker and Proton wasn't having an easy time of it. Lifting one leg as though to wrap it around medium guy's waist, Buster instead planted it on his chest and shoved him hard into big guy. The two collapsed to the cell floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Proton grabbed medium guy's blaster and shot them both and small guy, still out in the hall, for good measure.

"C'mon! We have to stop Serpentia before she releases her pheromone bomb and all the men in the world fall desperately in love with her!"

"Wait!" Buster protested. "I'm gonna steal this guy's clothes."

"There's no time," Tom smirked.

"You're enjoying this way too much."

"Hey, I might be taken, but I'm not dead." He drew himself up to Captain Proton height. "Grab his ray gun, Buster and let's go! We don't have much time!"

Grabbing the blaster, Buster hurried down the hall after his precious Captain. "How are we going to stop Serpentia?"

"I don't know, but we must! The world depends on us, dear sidekick!"

"And then can I put some clothes on?"

"Aww, Harry," Tom leered at him, "I thought you said you wanted racier."

"This isn't quite what I had in mind?" Gestures to his naked body.

"I guess you should be careful what you wish for then." Tom couldn't seem to stop smirking.

"Ha, ha. You get to be tied up and tortured next time." Harry stepped directly into his personal space. "Naked and whipped and begging. Got me."

"Yeah, I got you," Tom rasped.

"C'mon. We'd better go stop Serpentia before it gets any colder in here." Buster took off running and Tom followed, slightly distracted.

In her control room, Serpentia directed her father's goons to set up the bomb. "Father will be so happy when I take over the world. . . until I kill him of course. Once all of the men of Earth fall in love with me I'll take Captain Proton as my concubine and use him to impose order with an iron fist. All of the world will tremble before me!" Her dark, smoky laugh filled the room.

"Not if I have anything to say about it, Serpentia!" Captain Proton leapt into place before her, aiming his ray gun straight for her. Behind him, Buster Kincaid covered the other goons in the room.

"Everyone freeze!"

"Shoot them, Buster. Shoot them for me," Serpentia purred. "Prove your manliness."

"I don't believe that Buster's manliness is in question," Captain Proton told her.

"Of course not." She eyed the golden, naked form, partially hidden by the hero before her. "Boys, keep loading the weapon."

"But, ma'am," one protested.

"Do it!"

Shrugging, they turned back to their work. Buster Kincaid immediately fired. The goons fell. The bomb dropped.

The sudden sweet smell in the air was all but noxious. Captain Proton and his sidekick fell to their knees, coughing and choking. Behind them they could hear Serpentia laughing again, that dark, smoky laugh, her bosom undoubtedly heaving inside her tiny silk dress. "Once I open these windows the pheromones will escape into the wind and all of the Earth will fall into my clutches!"

"Yes, Mistress," all of the men in the room replied at once.

"Ahh, yes." Slowly she slunk forward and slid her foot beneath Captain Proton's nose. "You have my permission." Tenderly, he kissed it. Around him, the other men watched with obvious envy. Slowly, they closed in, trying to get their lips on those tiny little feet. "Shoo! Shoo!" She kicked at them until they backed off, drooling like mangy dogs on the other side of a fence from a barbeque. "Buster," she called sweetly.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Go open the windows for me and I'll let you kiss both feet."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress." He leapt into movement, but suddenly stopped directly in front of the windows. "Umm. . . but. . . there's something. . . " Buster turned, a frown wrinkling his features. Why couldn't he think? It was like his mind was a tempest of emotions, no logic allowed. "Begging your pardon, Mistress, but I don't think I should."

"And why not?" She tapped her delicate little foot impatiently, trying to dry out the drool at the same time.

"It's freezing outside, Mistress. I mean, we are in the Arctic." He tried to be patient. Couldn't she see?

"So?" She kicked back, catching one of the slightly groggy goons in the forehead before he could make a desperate lick for her heel.

"You might catch cold. And we're at ground level. There might be bears. I can't do that to the woman I love." Buster knelt solemnly at her feet, shoving a blonde goon aside roughly. "Bears are bad. They eat people. Big bears." Blonde guy shoved back. Buster punched him. Blonde guy slunk away.

She brandished her weapon. "I‹m quite sure all of you big strong men can protect me. Now, open those windows."

"But you'll catch cold, snuggle bunny," Buster protested. "Mistress," he amended in the face of her glare.

She spun around. "Captain Proton, if he doesn't open those windows, shoot him!"

Captain Proton struggled to his feet and aimed his ray gun.

After a moment, it drooped. "Aww, Serpie, it's Buster. I can't shoot him. He's my friend. And anyway, he's right. You might catch sick and die and well, I'd just perish if anything happened to you. We all would." He looked around for support, and got enthusiastic response from the goons.

"Yeah," fat guy argued. "We can't let anything happen to you."

"We'll kill anybody who gets near the window," blonde guy announced.

"But, then we're not doing her will. Then she won't like us," thin guy argued.

"But if she catches cold and dies, there won't be anyone to worship," blonde guy argued back.

"You're supposed to do anything I say. You worship me." The foot was tapping again. Buster tried to kiss it and got kicked in the chin.

"Ow!"

"Buster," Captain Proton asked, "you okay?"

Buster spit out some blood. "Think I might have lost a tooth." Suddenly, he sat up. "And I bit my tongue." Leaping forward, he wrestled Captain Proton to the ground. "Give me that ray gun!"

Petulantly, "No!"

"If we let Serpentia open those windows, all of the men of Earth will be in her evil thrall!"

"But it's such a cute evil thrall," Captain Proton argued, trying to flip Buster over onto his back. The two glistened with sweat in their mighty struggle, the black leather of Proton's top rubbing harshly against naked, golden skin, abrading the hard, red nipples.

"We have to stop her!" With a final shove, Buster wrested the ray gun away from his mighty captain and turned on the vile villainess. It was not to be. Seeing their Mistress' impending doom, her three goons ran to her aid. Buster shot thin guy, but the struggle was useless. Blonde guy and fat guy grabbed him, pulling him taunt between them and punching him until he dropped the ray gun. Lip bloody, his head all but dangled from his neck in defeat. Captain Proton picked up the ray gun and aimed it at Buster once again.

"No one may harm Mistress," Captain Proton shouted.

"Shoot him!" Serpentia ordered.

"Wait!" Buster cried. "Please, beautiful Serpentia, grant me a dying wish."

Slowly, sensuously, she approached, taking his face between her long fingers. Her pink tongue darted out to lick at the blood dripping from the corner of his swollen lips. "Name it."

"Grant me one last kiss."

"With pleasure," Serpentia purred.

Buster licked his lips, inadvertantly bumping into the tip of the villianess' tongue as she reached for him. "No, from the Captain." Looking over her shoulder, he met the beautiful blue eyes of his sometime lover. "It's all I want before I die."

"You disappoint me, Buster," she growled.

"Your phermones are not stronger than true love, Serpentia."

"Is that so?" She turned to Captain Proton, her bossom heaving provocatively. "All right then, Proton, darling," she tangled her long finger nails in his curly blonde hair, "you have your choice. You may kiss me or grant your loyal sidekick his dying wish."

Tom looked torn, but only for a moment. Stepping past Serpentia, he threaded his fingers through Harry's hair, taking those swollen lips with his own. Their tongues tangled passionately. Buster Kincaid bit down hard.

"Ow!" Blood filled Captain Proton's nose and mouth, completely obliterating his sense of smell.

"You'd better do something now, because it's starting to get to me again," Buster advised him casually.

Stepping back, Proton aimed his weapon. "For the Mistress." Buster worried for a second that his plan hadn't worked, but even as he worried, the two men holding him fell to the floor, shot by his lover.

Proton grabbed Serpentia's arm. "I have put an end to your evil plans, vile villianess! The justice that is Captain Proton comes to all badness of the galaxy. May evil beware. And may good dress warmly and eat plenty of vegetables." A great, booming music played, indicating the end credits. The scene around them disolves, leaving Harry very obviously naked. He finds his clothes across the room in a pile on the floor.

"Well, that was refreshing," he commented, unintentionally waving his ass in his partner's face as he bent down to get his clothes. "Mind turning the heat up a bit if you plan to undress me again."

"Can't take a little cold, Ensign?"

"Sure, but it's not nearly so embarrassing the other way. I thought my balls were going to crawl straight up inside in that dungeon."

"I thought you were suitably impressive, Harry," Tom husked at him, following it with his trademark smirk.

"I'd throw my shirt at you, but you probably wouldn't give it back."

"By the way, that was some kiss, bite and all." They walked to the door together.

Harry turned back to face his friend lit in the doorway. "You know, I'd love to do it again sometime when it isn't a lie."

For the first time in his life, Ensign Paris' mouth dropped open, but nothing came out. All he could do was to watch his friend walk away.

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