The BLTS Archive - Bad Boy's Comeuppance by Calico (Calico@76sg.freeserve.co.uk) --- Note: This one's dedicated to my wonderful beta-reader LFM, who's now reluctantly retired the post due to, uh, *absolutely* *completely* no time after starting new job (hurrah!) and going off-line (boo/hiss). So, anyone up for checking over my stuff, pre-posting? Otherwise it's all going to be turning up a bit green, kinda thing... "Oh Paramount, your toy-box is full to the brim, With delectable goodies (e.g. Chak, Paris & Kim) Now, "cause my own playroom is, in contrast, quite bare, I'll be *really* happy if you'll *generously* share, And while they'll return not quite so perfectly pure, it's nothing they haven't needed for some time, I'm, err, sure..." This involves slightly kinky and, uh, 'dominated' sex between two men - if you don't like that sort of thing you can leave now (though you're missing out...) What's this? A sneaky little naughty underage slasher? Why, get of here, before someone finds out! Oh, and I'd love it lots if you send me some feedback on this - everything welcome, though be kind with your critisism (I'm delicate really!), and why not send me a nice virtual back-rub instead of that Flame, "cause then my finger won't have to go to all the trouble of deleting it (and I'll send one back with much gratitude!) --- —He felt the cool hands brush up and down the front of his uniform pants, grazing his cock through the fabric Purposeful touches. Then he opened his eyes, grinned into giggling blue eyes standing in his quarters, and nodded. Tom took a deep breath, and slowly forced the humour from his expression. Then he nodded too. "Lieutenant!" Chakotay snarled instantly, getting right to the point. Tom stepped back immediately, assuming an apologetic pose just out of reach. "I'm sorry..." Tom whispered pitifully, mournfully, a contrast to the lust still flaming unchecked in his eyes, "I *promise* I'll never be bad again..." he fluttered. Chakotay felt weak. At the knees. But he stuck to his role, and measured his voice to be firm and disapproving. Hard. "You've said that before, *Lieutenant*, and then you've broken your promise. You've been bad before, and bad again, and nothing I do makes you stop. None of your *punishments* seem to *stick*. How do I know you're going to be good this time?" he bit out, glaring. Tom looked at him fearfully through downcast lashes, cowering a little, vulnerable. "I—I don't know sir, I just, I don't know," he bit his lip, looking at the floor, "it's just not really, uh, important, sir, at the time, I think, I just never... I never think you're serious sir—" he looked up suddenly, and his gaze evened. Taking on a more mocking tone of voice, he continued, "I think I just don't respect you enough, *Commander*. I think you'd need to use a little *discipline* before I could remember not to be bad any more—" Tom taunted, and Chakotay shivered despite his role. Or rather, directly *because* of his role, and the way Tom was playing up to it. "Is that so? You need to learn some respect? Well, I'd *love* to teach you, it would be my pleasure. But how should I go about *this*?" he mused viciously, "I mean, I'm *tempted* to have you thrown in the brig." Tom's eyes widened in charming astonishment and fear, all traces of humour fled. "I'm tempted to have the Captain leave you rotting on the next planet we come to – and it doesn't have to be one that supports human life, either. Or maybe I should demote you until you're saluting the holocharacters and begging to be honoured by eating from Neelix's kitchen. Or I could think of something else, if none of those options takes your fancy..." He stopped and looked at Tom, whose eyes were faintly appreciative of the imagination, while the rest of his body appeared deliciously apprehensive of the choices. "Oh no sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I honestly didn't – I was just teasing, *rubbing* you up the wrong way, you know how I do – I just got carried away—" he apologised earnestly, until Chakotay cut him off with a raise of his hand. Tom continued to plead with his body language. "So, Paris, what do you want? Choice one, two or three? After all, it was *you* that claimed to need discipline, not me – though for once I'm inclined to agree with you. you're bad *so* often..." Tom flinched. "Oh please sir, please, can't I do *anything* else? Confine me to my room? Have me do more time with the Doctor? Or something for you - what would you want from me? Rations? Some—some holodeck programming? Anything! Please sir, just forget what I said and let me, uh, learn from the experience. I know what – you hate me, now you can hit me! Please, Commander, hit me, hit me hard and we"ll forget it ever happened—" he implored fervently. Chakotay bit the inside of his cheek trying not to grin or groan. The tone of voice, the begging, combined with the plea for being *beaten* – now *that* was a stroke of genius on Tom's part. His head was now well and truly plastered with images of a "fight", and Tom's eyes said he knew it and was grinning inside. Chakotay fought to keep his face straight and hard. After all, this was his call and the best bit. He let a growl filter into his voice-box. "No, Paris, You've gone too far this time. You've got to do real penance – no rations you'll just win back or programs to play with. If you wanted to give me something, it would have to be better than that." "What? Please sir, commander, I'll do *anything*..." he promised shamelessly. Chakotay allowed a little of his expression melt, revealing a fraction of the dark lust he'd been smothering. "*Anything*, Paris?" "*Anything!*" Chakotay looked insolently up and down the pilot"s body, ignoring the strain on the man"s pants that didn't quite fit in with the story. Appreciating it in the same glance, of course, but refusing to linger. Returning to Tom's face, he caught a moment"s unguarded desire before it was disguised under fretful fear. "Really...?" he drawled, and the anxious man nodded slightly in response. Abruptly, Chakotay put a hand on Tom's shoulder and drove him hard to the ground. Tom buckled instantly under the pressure and cowered terrified, eyes fixed on the floor. "Answer me when I speak to you," Chakotay warned quietly, lacing his voice with malice. "Yes...sir" Chakotay tilted Tom's chin to face him, forcing him to look up into the steady chocolate gaze. "Better." He uttered the single word like an insult, digging his fingers into the soft skin, and Tom flinched delightfully. "I'm sorry sir," he said instantly, eyes wide. Chakotay adjusted the position of his fingers until he had Tom's head in a vice-like grip between both hands, still tilting it upwards to meet his eye. Then he pulled him slowly to his knees, lifting his head firmly until it was level with his groin. He suddenly realised he didn't have any hands free for letting himself out, then decided in the next second it was better this way. *Far* better. Tom was still looking up at him, a priceless expression of terror warring with glee across his stricken features as he affected not to notice the bulge in front of his nose. Enjoying his part immensely, Chakotay steeled his features and regarded the man kneeling before him with contempt. Then he pressed Tom's head closer, keeping mocking eye contact until it was physically impossible to, what with the pilot"s face being crushed into his groin. The feel of pushing the man"s head into his aching, restricted cock was incredible. The pressure was satisfying and enticing, and he wasn't too near coming to fear, either. Slowly, leisurely, he rubbed Tom's face up and down the front of his stretched uniform pants, feeling the man"s harsh, snatched breathing hot and ragged through the material. He watched his hands, thrilled and intoxicated, as the blond head grated against him, buried in his crotch and manipulated powerless. The friction was exquisite – sparks practically visible as he washed Tom's face in his pants. "I'm sure you know what to do," he said softly, holding Tom's mouth firmly at the button on the waistband. He waited for a second while the man figured it out, then felt a slight tugging as the fastening was sucked out of place. He felt the tension in the pants loosen a little, and moved Tom's head down slightly, pressing firmly to get the idea across until the man began nuzzling to get the right position. When he felt the pull of teeth biting around the zipper, he began to draw the blond downwards again, feeling with satisfaction the uniform slide open. As soon as the metal had grated past, the restriction vanished and his cock smacked up into the pilot"s face. Who let go of the small metal clasp in surprise, as the lack of underwear flashed flesh hot against his cheek. Chakotay smiled grimly, as he pushed Tom's face under his cock to find the zip again. It wasn't necessary, but the idea of the man searching with his lips, overshadowed by the hot column of his dick was so exciting – and he *could* do whatever he liked. He tilted Tom's head sideways to fit under, looking down at the delicious spectacle, and rubbing Tom's soft cheek rhythmically against the underside of his cock as the man nosed deeper to catch the fastening between his teeth. Then he dragged the zip down, until it could be dragged no further. Smiling grimly, Chakotay pressed Tom's mouth into the warm, dark gap walled two sides by metal-toothed fabric and the top by cock-flesh, angling Tom's head so the obedient lips could open, so his balls could be found and sucked, one at a time, into the warm, wet, obediently sucking mouth and then carefully eased out into the air. The power flared through him, as the silent instructions were interpreted and carried out, as he directed the blond to do his bidding. Satisfied nothing was trapped anymore, Chakotay pulled Tom's head back from his body and lifted, forcing the pilot to rise higher on his knees though his eyes were still directed to the floor. He lifted until the man"s mouth was poised above his cock-head, until Tom was looking down his shaft. "And now you'll *definitely* know what to do," he purred maliciously, yet not releasing his hold to allow Tom any freedom to give head. Who talks about "giving" anyway – Chakotay was planning on *taking* head, and good head at that. But he waited, enjoying the kneeling man"s ragged breathing and submissive posture. Then, just as he felt the tip of a hesitant wet tongue dab against his slit, he pushed Tom's head down hard onto his cock, moaning as the hot wet walls of his mouth enclosed him. Tom gasped, the exclamation causing a burning suction around his erection, and Chakotay groaned again. Hands still clamped to the blond's head, he gripped tighter and held him there for a long moment, before suddenly pulling Tom's head away and withdrawing, then thrusting back hard. He felt the head of his cock bump against the back of Tom's throat, and a little burst of silver erupted on the edge of his vision. His knees buckled slightly, and he paused, buried mostly in the mouth of the kneeling man. It really wouldn't do to collapse on him. Another flash of inspiration, and he stepped backwards, pulling Tom with him. The pilot swayed on his knees, gagging slightly, and his hands came up to grip Chakotay's backside for balance. Chakotay gritted his teeth as the fingers held him tight, as his knees threatened again, and took another step backwards. Tom whimpered slightly, the noise sending a buzzing vibration around his sheathed dick, until he felt harder than his memory could challenge. Tom's fingers dug into his backside, pulling his cheeks apart, as the pilot struggled for balance. "Follow me," Chakotay ground out, "and keep me—warm," he added with a new breath, adjusting his grip on the blond head. He moaned as Tom opened his mouth wider, and automatically pushed himself in another inch, wet heat sucking at him. He suddenly felt like he might finish it here, and that *wasn't* the plan. He took the third step. Ahh—he hissed, as Tom stumbled on his knees and clung desperately to his arse to avoid falling, clamping his lips still firmer around Chakotay's cock to avoid letting go. Regaining his balance, Tom shuffled forwards on his knees, almost poised until Chakotay allowed himself a little snarl and jerked his hips viciously forwards again, holding Tom's head firmly to receive it. More blood rushed from his brain, and he swayed slightly in a vision of fantastic starbursts. He was about to continue jabbing when he remembered, gritted his teeth harder and stepped back again, finally feeling the welcome edge of the couch behind his knees. Not relaxing his grasp, he sank down and opened his legs wider. Then he moved one hand around to the back of Tom's head and pressed him close, the other pushing his shoulders down until the man sank to a sitting kneel between his thighs, head still bent down into his groin. Chakotay wound all his fingers in the soft blond hair again, slid out of the mouth engulfing him, then pushed smoothly back up again. His head fell back, eyes slitted in ecstasy, as pleasure burned a fast trail up from his erection to the rest of his body, hardening his nipples beneath his uniform and roughening his breathing. He slid out again, relishing the suction as Tom reluctantly let him go, then thrust quickly back inside, and out, and in. Tom's hands ran up the undersides of his thighs, pattering touches intensifying the sensation, before one set of long fingers found his balls and began rolling them, squeezing and pulling to the same rhythm that Chakotay fucked his mouth. Chakotay moaned as the pilot drew harder on his cock, and began banging more viciously up into the hot mouth, wrenching Tom's head down into his crotch as his hips tilted and lunged, before withdrawing hastily to shove back inside. Suddenly Tom snatched a deep breath and swallowed him, tightening his fingers around his balls and riding him even as Chakotay arched up, coming in fierce jerks down Tom's throat, his hands eventually slipping from their death-grip as he eased into short sweet aftershocks of ecstasy. A few minutes later he looked at Tom, who'd risen from his place on the floor and sat down beside him, grinning into his satiated expression. Tom waggled his jaw experimentally. "Fucking *hell* Chakotay," he exclaimed softly, "you don't do these fantasy things by halves, do you?" Chakotay eased one hand around the pilot"s head, stroking it softly into a leisurely kiss, slowly collecting his taste from his lover"s mouth. Eventually he drew back. "So," he drawled, "did 'ya come?" Tom smiled slyly. "Too wrapped up to notice any little vibrations from my direction, oh most masterful one?" "I noticed a couple of *vibrations* – just in a different area to what you're thinking, that's all—" Chakotay countered, licking his lips. Then licking Tom's, preventing any smart comeback. Drawing back, eventually, he raised an eyebrow at Tom's smirk. "Well?" "Well what?" Tom asked innocently. Chakotay beamed. "I think you just answered my question, but I'll remind you of it anyway because it's so much fun wringing it out of you." Tom leered. "Ohh *really?* *Wringing* it out of me..." "Answer the question, stop trying to sidetrack me, I won't be ready until we've eaten something anyway. Of course, *you* might not be as hungry, after all, *you* just ate pretty well... I'm just wondering, however, if you lost something at the same time as, ah, gaining mine?" Tom sighed theatrically, rolling his eyes in feigned resignation. "Okay, okay, yes, *yes* I came, *yes* twice, and *yes* no hands. You *completely* fulfilled my *wildest* fantasy, and *I* came before *you* so *I'm* paying for dinner or breakfast or whatever you want." "Oh you're *so* generous," Chakotay teased, "was it really no hands? That must be a first..." Tom glared at him, pursing his lips. "Yes, *yes* yes, that's a first," he mock-snapped, then he paused, grinning, and looked about him secretively before he leaned in and whispering, "and a second too, in fact, just to boost your ego to omnipotent proportions." Chakotay leaned back to look at him sceptically. "My ego is *omnipotent?!* As in, divine?" "No, as in, "of infinite proportion", actually" "Oh." He frowned, innocently. "Surely that's an improper way to address your superior, slave," he mused absently, looking to Tom for comprehension. He found it. And he relaxed into a wicked grin, all white teeth and dimples. "Hey! I thought we were going to eat!" Tom complained indignantly, then bleated as Chakotay nudged a well-placed knee against his swelling erection. "We were. We still are. But since my recovery time is a little longer than yours," another rub, "I get mine first..." --- The End