To: ascem@earthlink.net, archivist@mindspring.com
Date: Wed, 15 Oct 1997 06:10:52 -0700
Subject: NEW (to ASCEM): Voy (T/K & Hd) NC-17, m/m sex, slightly non-consensual
From: camster@rock.com (Cameron Burnell)


I wrote this back in July, but Kimbuk3's post reminded me of it. It was posted on ASCE, but got drowned by the SPAM so I'm (?posting?reposting?) it here. But for those who haven't seen it it's new. It's also my first and probably only Voy since I stopped watching it second season and only just started watching again this season. Anyway, Kimbuk3 mentioned weird and kinky sex and I thought - Hey, that's what I'm here for! }:))


Title: Security Drill
Author: Cameron Burnell (camster@rock.com)
Series: Voyager (T/K and a little Holodoc for good measure)
Rating: NC-17, m/m sex, slightly non-consensual depending on how you look at it

someone on ASC wrote:
>>Here's a challenge for all you excellent writers out there. Someone's sleepwalking aboard Voyager. Who, why, and what happens?>>

This story answers that challenge. :)

This story is mine, Paramount would never do this in a million years. If they did, I wouldn't have thought about writing it. If they do use it, I want my cut. Since they won't, they can keep my cut and buy some logic and a few more shuttles for Voyager. I think they've plumb run out of both.
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Security Drill
by Cameron Burnell (camster@rock.com)

Not last night but the night before
Tuvok knocking, Tuvok knocking, Tuvok's at my door... }:)

*** The white hot heat followed him. It rimmed him with sweat that did nothing to cool the passion he could almost taste. It padded with him as his soles stepped lightly down the corridor.

The object of his lust lay behind the door and so he opened it. It did not take long, the access in his mind, his mind otherwise unaffected by the fire which was slowly consuming it.

It had been consuming it for days, making him inattentive and short of temper. It had caused the doctor to examine him yesterday afternoon. Illogical. It was the pon farr. There was nothing to be done. Tuvok gave himself over to this hot dream. He entered the opened doorway now.

The room was empty.

He crept silently to the bedroom and found that which he sought.

Harry Kim lay, asleep, saturnine face puffy still with the boyish flesh that was so incredibly supple, so taut and muscular, so deliciously compact. He had been wanting to clench fingers into that flesh, to make him whimper...*beg*.

This boy didn't belong here. None of them did. But none of the others turned to him the way this one did. None of the others looked at him with big, moist eyes that seemed to plead, that asked for answers, that made his stomach clench and want to show him, guide him....*protect* him.

Illogical. He could protect himself. He was a trained Starfleet officer. He did not require personal tutelage. But he did require guidance. Everyday there was something to show him, to point out...to *teach* him. It was only logical he show him this, as well.

Apparently, on Earth he had a young female. Harry was not on Earth now. Neither was he. Both far from home, both away from those they would otherwise choose. It was only logical they choose each other.

This thought seemingly soothed his heated body. It was followed closely by yet another cooling, soothing thought. **Resistance is to be expected. He must be restrained...for his own good...and to save him from harming himself or me.**

Tuvok considered the sleeping boy and with silent, cautious moves, he went back to the mainroom and replicated what he needed; four good lengths of silkcord, and a large, chilled cucumber. He studied the thick Earthly fruit and a grin began to creep up on his face. He squashed it down and returned to where the objectof his desire lay. Tuvok normally was very quiet, now that he was in his stealth-mode, he made no sound at all, didn't even bother the sleeping Kim.

Soon, he had affixed slip-nooses around each wrist and ankle. Harry didn't rouse at all. Now he waited, basting in a luscious haze of heat as the boy slept on, eventually turning a little and extending a hand and foot. Without a qualm, Tuvok tied that hand and foot to the bed post. The next part was tricky. Once he tried to move and couldn't, he would rouse. So he had to tie at least one of the others by extending that limb. Three limbs secure, he could easily restrain the last.

He crept to the foot of the bed and stealthily pulled the rope and the foot it was attached to toward the bed post. To his disbelief, Harry actually extended that foot and hand, stretching in his sleep. No human could match up with Vulcan reflexes! As Harry finished his yawning stretch, he found himself tied by all fours.

"What the--??!" He frowned, then noticed Tuvok. "Oh, hi, Tuvok. What's going on?"

Tuvok found his mouth opening, allowed this heated dream full sway. "Relax, ensign, this is a surprise security drill."

Harry nodded, then looked very unhappy. He noted the dark clothing the security chief wore and sighed. "I guess I failed then, huh?"

"You are, unfortunately, correct, Mr. Kim. It behooves me to complete the rest of the drill."

Harry nodded again. "Go ahead."

Tuvok hid the appalling grin that wanted to creep out from behind his iron-control and merely wrapped a blind-fold around Kim's unresisting head, then stuffed the large, chilled cucumber he'd replicated into his mouth. The bitter rind kept him from biting, but it was too large for him to effectively spit it out. Now the grin crept, crawled and made it's home on Tuvok's dark, gleaming face as he watched Kim wiggle experimentally, jaws stretched around the cold, hard cuke, as if wrapped around something else that was large and hard and similarly shaped....**but not cold**.

His thick, hard cock was burning, rigid with lust. **Soon**.

He ripped the sheets off and swallowed. Kim was nude. And luscious. Smooth, supple skin met Tuvok's hungry gaze. There was no hair anywhere on his body.

"I see you shave, Mr. Kim." He said approvingly.

When Harry just gurgled at him, he pulled out the cucumber and let him speak.

"gah...that tastes terrible, Tuvok. Uh...yes, I do shave. I like going swimming and it improves my speed."

"Logical."

"I sure hope no other officers from your squad are here."

"No, just me."

"Good. This could have been embarrassing."

"Indeed."

"Um...listen Tuvok, I know this is an exercise and all and I promise sincerely that I won't cry out if you don't stick that nasty cold thing back in my mouth."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Kim, I will have to make sure you are gagged, but there is something else I could use."

"Please do. That tasted terrible."

Tuvok leered now. Permission had been granted. He moved to straddle the young man. Kim moved his head uncertainly.

"I wish I could see."

"You are a captive of the Tuvokian forces, Mr. Kim. Be grateful for the blindfold. They might have simply used the death grip on you."

"I see."

"Now...if you wish to live another day and perhaps escape and see your captain and shipmates again, you will open your mouth and let me insert this."

Kim sighed. "Oh, all right."

Tuvok kept from moaning as he freed his thick, heavy cock from his pants and carefully inserted the tip into Harry's opened, receptive mouth. Harry quickly widened his lips, eager to avoid having the cold cucumber. Then he frowned. To Tuvok's delight, he mouthed the head of his aching cock, then felt it with his tongue. Before he could do anything more, Tuvok pushed himself slowly in, deeper in....nirvana.

Harry tried to swallow, made waves pulse around Tuvok's swollen cock. **Incredible**

"You may keep swallowing like that, Mr. Kim. Or else, you may die."

Kim managed a tiny nod, made the swallowing gesture, again, then again. The next time he started swallowing for real as Tuvok's hot sperm pumped down his throat. *Delicious*

He pulled his momentarily sated cock from those moist lips and breathed heavily, feeling his sweat running down and dripping onto Harry's body. He sighed with satisfaction. The annoying voice by his elbow made Tuvok jump, though.

"Computer, end program."

He looked over to find he was kneeling on a bed. Thick Vulcan sperm was all over a pillow he was straddling, smearing all over his limp prick and heavy balls. The Holodoc was smiling at him from beside the bed. That smile was worth a horrible death in Tuvok's book right now. His voice conveyed this despite his flat tone of voice.

"What are you doing here? What is happening?"

"I've been monitoring you ever since our last nasty little incident with Vulcan pon-farr on this ship. My first instinct was correct. The answer *is* meditation, combined with the use of an appropriate sexual holosuite program. The first did not work because it was introduced. This one I initiated after your physical exam last night. I learned you were entering the first stages of pon farr. So I sedated you, put you on the sick roster and beamed you into the holosuite. Then I fitted you with a transmitter which ties the holosuite image generator to your neural-patterns and memory center. In this way, the holosuite would provide you exactly the partner that you ima--"

Tuvok heard no further as that grin broke out on his face and he got up from the bed, growing harder with every step. The Holodoc's self-congratulatory tone dimmed as the Vulcan began to stalk him, that large, heavy Vulcan cock now inflamed once more and sticking out before him like a sword seeking a sheath. It pointed at him like a divining rod.

"See here...now this program will give you what you need. You just saw that for yourself!" The doctor squealed, eyes wide as Tuvok grabbed him. Worse, his self-adjusting program wouldn't adjust. **Of course, the computer is giving him what he wants...ME!**

Tuvok held the doctor's arm painfully behind his back, forced him over to the bed, grabbing the discarded cucumber with the other as he pushed him to his knees. The doctor started to plead now.

"Don't break my arm! It takes forever to reprogram a new one! I need it! I'm a doctor! Aaack...*gurgle*" The cucumber fit the doctor's mouth quite nicely, Tuvok thought. His grin increased.

"Since your mouth is otherwise occupied, I'll have to use another orifice for my purposes." Tuvok reached for the ropes at the foot of the bed where he was holding down the wide-eyed doctor. He tied the bent arm fast and hard to the post, then the other, after a minor struggle easily won by threatening to break the offending limb in several places. That done, he ripped the doctor's trousers off, revealing a nicely globed, but hairy ass. "You are not quite as aesthetically pleasing as Mr. Kim, but you will do nicely, doctor, for my purposes."

The doctor's eyes went wide as he felt that thick heavy, sperm-covered cock begin to slide up inside him... To his intense surprise, he felt himself get hard.

**He's rubbing against my prostate, of course.** The doctor frowned. **But, do holograms have prostates?** He considered all this even as Tuvok began to ream him thoroughly, making him get rock-hard and sending wonderful sensations all through his holo-matrix.

Suddenly an incredibly hot hand reached for his own holographic cock. That hot fist began doing delightful things to his fat, engorged cock. It was the best thing he'd ever felt and he gave up the entire situation as a good exercise in discovering just how adaptive his program really was.

**What an interesting contrast between sex with a female and sex with a male. And I don't have to do anything.** For a change, the holodoc didn't have to ask what the nature of the medical emergency was -- the patient was finding his own cure.

Tuvok continued to rub his thumb over the head of that hard and lifelike cock in his hand, using the same rhythm of his thrusts. Just one thought was in his mind as his body feverishly spent itself deep inside the holodoc's incredibly tight butt.

It was the same thought the holographic doctor had as he felt the creamy, holographic juices spurting from him and over Tuvok's fist and onto the bed in front of him.

**This feels _marvelous_**.

the end

}:|D>

So...how about expanding this challenge to DS9??? I can think of a couple people I'd love to see sleepwalking in their jammies (and out of their jammies) on DS9!!! };)

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