The BLTS Archive - Doctor's Orders --- Thanks: Thanks to my Beta Readers, Lianne, Robin and ZorroRojo. =) Archival: Unless your R'rain, please don't archive unless you ask first. =) (I've been plundering R'rain's archives, and I feel like I should give something back, if she feels this is worth it.) --- The doctor held the hypospray in his hand, considering how it felt to just hold it. He'd been working on his program again, and his latest exploration was in increasing his physical sensations. He had always had holographic sensor nets running through him, similar to a human nervous system. It was through these sensors that he knew how much force he was applying when grabbing something. Too much force and he could crush something. Too little and he would drop it. His sensors were sensitive, but did not provide him with the tactile sensations he desired. He wanted more. His recent changes to his program redesigned his holographic sensor net to feel more than just pressure. He could now feel the difference between hot and cold, rather than just knowing the temperature. When he picked up a tricorder, he could feel its slick surface, could feel the chill of it seeping into his fingers. He'd caught himself more than once losing himself in the feel of an object. He had spent hours on the holodeck, creating various objects to feel. Silk flowing across his skin felt incredible. Satin was another delight. He even found pleasure sliding his fingers gently across sand paper, luxuriating in the rough contact. Snow sent tingles through body, and he had felt pain for the first time when he tried to touch fire. After exploring inanimate objects, he had moved onto animate ones. He enjoyed the feel of a puppy's fur sliding through his fingers as he petted it. He created animal after animal, exploring the sensations of life moving beneath his touch. Though he would deny it if ever asked, he'd even created people on the holodeck, going as far as to engage in sexual contact with them. He didn't feel guilty about it, after all, he was a hologram as well. It was during sex that he realized he wanted even more. He wanted to taste as well as touch. When he leaned in to stroke someone's hair, he wanted to smell the lingering scent of shampoo. He wanted to feel an orgasm shuddering through him like humans felt. He found himself wanting to be human, or as close to it as he could become. He also knew that he craved to touch flesh, not holo-flesh, but actual flesh. He wanted more. He focused on the hypospray still in his hands. His most recent changes were ready to be activated. It was the largest change he had designed. His new sensors would act almost identically to the human nervous system. They would also interact with his consciousness directly, rather than waiting to be accessed. The computer had just told informed him that the debugging process had been completed. He had wanted the computer to verify his programming to ensure there were no errors. It had done so, and he was ready. He looked at the figure lying on the biobed in front of him. He knew he should wait until he was alone, alone to begin experiencing the new sensations, but he couldn't wait. "Computer, activate EMH Subroutine Theta-46." As the subroutine kicked in, he felt an overwhelming surge of information. How his feet felt against the floor, how his uniform clung to his body. He breathed in the smells of the sickbay, sterile as they were. Except there was another smell seeping in faintly, and another. His new programming identified it as sweat, emanating from the body in front of him. He moved closer, sniffing in deeper. There was the scent of shampoo, shampoo scented with berries. The doctor closed his eyes and just breathed, inhaling the fragrances, sweat mixing with pheromones. So intoxicating. He leaned closer to the body, his head trailing along the peaceful form, detecting different scents as he went. He was both aware and unaware of his next action. He would have stopped himself if he could, but that was impossible. His arm snaked out towards the body, running smoothly along the naked flesh of an arm. He felt the small hairs slipping by and the warmth of the body emanating through his fingers. The doctor removed his hand and brought it to his nose and detected the faint traces clinging to his fingertips. The doctor could feel his erection growing in his uniform. "I've got to stop this. I can't do this." He couldn't stop himself, his hand reached out to stroke the flesh in front of him again. He watched himself as he raised the body's hand to his face and put his nose into the palm. He inhaled deeply, the smells of the human exciting him like nothing else ever had. It was too much. His remaining control slipped. The sensations called to him, his ethics, his position as a doctor, all of it, slipping away from him. He was lost in the feelings. He wanted more. His tongue slipped out, sliding across the warm flesh it encountered. Oh, to taste! The slight tang of the body's chemicals assaulting his tongue, it overwhelmed his mind. His tongue drifted up towards a finger, all the way to the tip, and then the doctor slid the finger into his mouth. Such a simple pleasure, but frighteningly intense. He pulled the finger from his mouth and let it slide across his lips towards his cheeks. It left a trail of saliva behind that tingled in the gentle air currents of sickbay. He cupped the entire hand against his face, and gently slid it up, around his eyes, feeling the fingers slide through his hair. He pulled it across his forehead and then lit it slip down across his nose. He held his nose to the palm again, inhaling the sweet scents, and then kissed it. Lowering the arm and hand back down gently, he looked at the face of the person whose body he explored. He saw the slightly parted lips, the gently flushed cheeks. He had to feel more. The doctor trailed his fingers across the full lips and was startled when he felt the patient exhale softly across his fingers. He had to feel those lips, had to taste those lips. He bent down and touched his lips to those of his patient, his tongue flashing out to bask in the incredible taste of a human mouth. The doctor felt tremors traveling through his body. He was shaking uncontrollably. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but the sensations and feelings drove him on. He rationalized that if he was caught, he could blame this on faulty programming, and copy the subroutine to another file before they destroyed it. It wasn't as if they could lock him up or afford to lose him. He was the only doctor they had. Locking onto those thoughts like they were a mantra, he made his next decision. He lifted his head and turned his gaze farther down his patient. He gaze settled on a bulge constrained by tight fabric. "I'm sorry. I need to know," the doctor whispered. His ethics subroutine whispered to him, a faint buzz in the clamor of sensations flowing through him. It was too faint, too easy to ignore. "I need to know." With efficiency born from doing it hundreds of time to unconscious bodies, the doctor quickly stripped his patient of the remaining clothing. Of course, the doctor had never stripped anyone for this purpose before, and he felt his erection straining, demanding release. His fingers slid into the pubic hair first, feeling the wiry texture slither across his skin. He circled to the testicles next. His fingers slid across the tender flesh and felt the large balls sliding inside the scrotum. He regretted that doctors had given up physical examination of the testicles when tricorders were invented. Testicles were such marvelous pieces of anatomy. He gently pulled one to the side and watched it slowly move on its own back to its position. It was like they were an entities of their own. He remembered something he had once read about blowing on them, and did so, sending a stream a warm air sliding across the delicate flesh. The undulations of the testicles moving in response made his erection painful, and he gasped as he felt this new sensation...pain that brought pleasure. The doctor's face was still close to his patient's genitals, and he knew he had to taste them. Once again, his tongue darted out. The doctor watched as the saliva he tried to leave behind vanish after a moment or two. He realized he'd leave no trace, nothing that could track back to him. With this revelation, he sucked one of the testicles into his mouth. He let it glide across his tongue and pressed it to the roof of his mouth. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling. When he finally let the testicle slide out from his lips, he opened his eyes and realized his patient, even unconscious, had responded to his attentions. The doctor began kissing his way up the now throbbing shaft and upon reaching the tip, was rewarded with the taste of pre-cum slowing seeping out. The doctor had intended to take his time, slowly examining the heated flesh, intended to savor each sensation, but once again, his control faltered. His lips slid across the head, taking it within his mouth. He was bobbing up and down on it, his lips tightly pressed against the taught flesh. He paused occasionally to let his tongue swirl around the pulsing tip, licking up the dew it produced. The doctor had never felt so alive, so part of life. He pushed it through his lips once again, sliding down until his nose was buried in pubic hair, driving himself mad with the taste, the smells, the sensations. His throat stretched to take his prize deeper and deeper within himself. His hands moved to stimulate his patient's balls and found them tightly drawn up already. The doctor knew this was a sign ejaculation was imminent. He tightened his lips and sped up. He wanted this so badly. His patient's muscles contracted tightly, and then the doctor felt the hot liquid squirting into his mouth. He dove onto the cock, greedy to taste all of it, to swallow all of it. He wouldn't waste a drop of this precious liquid. Finally the spurting stopped, and the doctor pulled off, enjoying the sticky sensation in his mouth. Seeing some of the liquid still clinging to his patient's penis, he gently licked it all off, gently squeezing the shaft to see if any more would trickle out. When he could find no more, he sighed contentedly and straightened up. The smile on his face faltered when he noticed his patient's eyes were open. "Why Doc, I never knew you cared." Tom Paris's voice echoed through the empty Sickbay. The doctor was speechless and fastened upon the first thing he could think of: "Oh, Lieutenant, you're awake. I apologize for any embarrassment I caused you. It was, uh, necessary to take a semen sample to ensure there was no lasting damage." Paris smirked. "Yeah, getting knocked on your head and breaking your arm usually does tend to mess up your reproductive capabilities." "Uh, Lieutenant." "Don't worry, Doc. Your secret is safe with me. That was one helluva blow job." The doctor couldn't quite contain his smile. "One thing, Doctor." His smile faltered. "Yes, Lieutenant?" "No one else. Not like this, not when they are unconscious." "Of course. I will never do this again." The doctor's cheeks flushed in shame. He watched silently as Paris dressed himself, feeling remorse when the Lieutenant's large pale cock was once again hidden behind fabric. Paris hopped off the biobed. "I'm assuming I'm released back to duty?" "Of course. I'll need to do a follow-up in a few days to check how the bone healed." Paris smirked. The doctor knew what was going through Paris' mind: "Which bone, Doc?" It wasn't said, but the doctor knew the beautiful man was thinking it. The doctor decided to gamble. What else did he have to lose? "Those reproductive injuries can be especially dangerous. Perhaps we should schedule another sperm sample for tomorrow?" Paris's grin edged up higher. "Doctor's orders?" The doctor tentatively smiled back. "Of course." --- An End, but maybe just for now.