FML: Protocol for an orgy (Kirk/McCoy, Pike/Boyce)
Title: FML: Protocol for an orgy
Sequel to: FML (fuck my life) and FML: the Admirals' take
Fandom & Pairing: Star Trek AOS, Pike/Boyce, Kirk/McCoy and foursome mix
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mild D/s
Word Count: Around 1700
Summary: So how do you prepare for an orgy with your commanding officers?
Author's note: I have stolen some great lines from the previous comments (and saved some for the next episode). Thanks to all of you for providing inspiration.
I'm trying to post daily. I expect three (?) more episodes.
It is not betaed so if the boys sometimes sound a little British, let's put that down to the pan-Earth culture of the 2200s.
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“This is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had, Jim, and you’ve had some doozies. I swear, if your brains were dynamite, you couldn’t blow your nose. But of all your stupid ideas, this takes the fucking cake.”
“As long as it’s chocolate cake, it’s all good, Bones. Will you stop being such a worry-wart?”
“Why shouldn’t I fucking well worry. We’re apparently here to have kinky sex with our commanding officers. How can this not be a galactic-sized disaster?”
A window opens in the apartment block outside which the two men are standing.
“Will you two stop loitering! You’ll give the building a bad name. Now get up here.” They both automatically snap to attention in response to the voice of the Surgeon-General.
As Jim pushes open the door to the apartment, Leonard hisses to him: “You can put it on my tombstone when this all goes horribly wrong. I told you this was a bad idea!”
Both men are casually, but carefully, dressed - Leonard in khaki chinos and a white button-down shirt, Jim in blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Leonard might have thought Jim was totally cool about the whole thing if the man hadn’t spent forty-five minutes in the bathroom fussing with his hair. Leonard had given up on his long before, letting the thick dark cowlicks fall where they will.
The two Admirals are leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping wine, both still wearing their uniforms. That official status adds an edge to the occasion that Leonard wasn’t anticipating. He wonders what on earth the protocol is for an orgy. Do you just strip off your clothes at the door and drop to your knees? Do you accept a glass of wine and make small-talk about the weather? And if so, for how long? His momma brought him up right, brought him up to mind his pleases and thank yous, brought him up to call anyone who might be even 15 minutes older than himself sir and ma’am. Sadly, her lessons in etiquette seemed to have missed that crucial conundrum of how to behave when about to be screwed at both ends by two of your superiors.
Jim seems to have no qualms about cutting to the heart of the matter. “So, we’re a foursome that could sear retinas in every quadrant of every universe ever. How’s it gonna go? I was thinking that Bones here would look very pretty on his hands and knees--“
Chris interrupts. “You were thinking? How novel. Don’t overstrain yourself.”
Phil turns to Leonard. “Did you give the spanking thing a try?”
Leonard, suddenly determined to get his own back on Jim, replies: “Yeah, I battered Jim’s ass rosy red for changing the names on all my contacts.”
Phil laughs. “And how did that work out? Trying to punish Jim Kirk with sex is like shovelling the tide, I suspect.”
“Hey, now,” protests Jim. “I’ll have you know that I’m awesome in all positions. I had a girl say to me once--“ and Jim is off and running with stories of his past conquests, starting with one involving two Orion girls and a motorbike.
Leonard casts him a sharp glance. Jim is always chatty but Leonard has come to notice that he talks even more when he’s nervous. He works on the principle that if his attempts to blind with brilliance are failing, then he should baffle with bullshit. And it sometimes works. Leonard’s seen more than one instructor let the young man get away with outrageous behavior because they’ve been overwhelmed by a tsunami of Jim-talk. He’s also seen it fail, where Jim has just continued to dig down into the ever-deepening hole he’s already standing in. It seems right now Jim is a good deal more nervous than he’s letting on.
“Cadets! At attention!” snaps Chris. Both men jump. They are now officers but it’s all so new that it can be hard to remember at times.
“Now here’s how it’s going to go down,” says Chris. “You, Kirk, are going to shut the fuck up. You disobeyed a bunch of my orders. But the worst of it is that you stole my ship. I spent four years waiting for my baby, building her up from a set of blue-prints, and you made off with her right under my nose. Oh no, no objections.” He speaks over Jim’s attempts to protest. “Strip. Now!”
As Jim hastens to comply, tripping over his own jeans in his eagerness, Leonard casts a nervous glance at Phil, who is watching with amusement. “He’s still pouting about the ship,” Phil says softly. “Worse than a five-year-old who lost his favorite tinker toy.” They share an indulgent smile at the idiocies of commanders and Leonard lets himself relax a little. Maybe this won’t be too heavy after all.
A naked Jim is once again standing to attention in front of Chris. There is a faint blush of embarrassment down his pale chest but his slowly swelling cock is telling another story. “Turn round. Slowly,” orders Chris. Jim does so, with a wink for Leonard as he catches his eye. The boy does like showing off.
“Into the spare bedroom,” says Chris. Phil shows the way while Chris grabs his crutch and follows. They’ve clearly made plans. Chris's physiotherapy equipment has been pushed to one side. The floor is covered with mats taken from a gymnasium, which are in turn covered in quilts and pillows.
“Sit!” orders Chris, pointing Jim towards a straight-backed wooden chair. Jim complies, with a smirk for Leonard.
“Giving me the director’s chair, are you?” he says.
“You just keeping telling yourself that,” says Phil with a grin, as Chris tosses him a bundle of soft white ropes. In short order Jim’s ankles are tied to the outside of the chair legs, which has the effect of spreading his knees. His wrists are tied together behind the chair with his elbows secured to the sides. Leonard, who is torn between horror and arousal, watches as Jim surreptitiously tests the knots. They don’t seem to give in the slightest. Clearly the Surgeon-General knows what he’s doing. And where did he gain that knowledge, wonders Leonard.
“And you!” Leonard starts as Chris suddenly turns to him. “You’re just as infuriating as he is.” That strikes Leonard as a bit unfair. Jim Kirk is surely in a class all of his own. “I told you on the Enterprise that I’d have words with you later. What the fuck did you think you were doing, smuggling a grounded cadet onto my ship?”
Leonard swallows hard. A stony-faced Admiral Pike is a thoroughly daunting sight. “But it worked out--“ he protests.
“I do not give a flying fuck how it worked out,” Chris interrupts. “You disobeyed orders. My orders. At attention, solider. Eyes front.” Leonard snaps into position, trembling with tension. Chris circles round behind him, the room silent except for thud of the crutch. Leonard is somewhat surprised that there is no back-chat from Jim but a glance tells him that Phil is standing behind the seated man and has stuffed one hand into Jim’s mouth while his other wanders over the bare chest, casually tweaking the nipples. Jim is sucking on Phil's fingers, wide-eyed.
“Eyes front, I said!” Leonard stares at the wall and hopes that the fine tremble up his spine is not obvious. Damn, but the man is intimidating. A voice whispers next to his ear, silky smooth. “And what do you think happens to disobedient little cadets? Hmm?”
Leonard is a grown man, experienced and mature, but he still finds it difficult to find his voice in this context. “Don’t know, sir.”
“They get put over the knee of the nearest Admiral and spanked. And we already know that you’re up for that, don’t we, cadet? Slutty little doctor that you are, sending dirty texts to your captain. Is this what you’re secretly hoping for every time you cheek your superiors?” Chris runs a hand down his chest and stomach and then squeezes firmly on his groin. Leonard is already half-hard just from the sound of Chris’s voice. He, like many cadets, may have had a fantasy or three about receiving a private chastisement from the handsome Commandant of Cadets but he’d never expected it to actually happen.
“Phil, strip him.” Having to stay at attention while the Surgeon-General unbuttons his shirt and peels it off his shoulders, unzips his pants and pulls them down over his hardening cock is one of the more mortifying things that has ever happened to him. It is also one of the most arousing.
“Can’t I get some action here?” whines Jim. “Somebody’s mouth on my dick would work.” His dick is indeed waving perkily in the air. Watching his lover being stripped for disciplining seems to inspire him. Leonard makes a mental note to dump Jim on the couch for the next week.
“Shut him up,” orders Chris as he sits down on a footstool that Phil has found. “On your knees, cadet, over my lap.” Leonard is crimson with embarrassment and can’t quite bring himself to move. Phil steps up behind him and puts a warm hand firmly on his abdomen. He speaks softly in Leonard’s ear. “Take a deep breath, Leonard. It’s not a scene. No means no, stop means stop.”
They are all watching him. He tries to think over the rush of blood in his ears. He’s about to become CMO of the flagship. He’s not fucking ready for it. He regularly wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, knowing he’s not ready. If he can’t bring himself to push past his fear, he’ll never be ready. He steps away from the warmth of Phil’s body and kneels next to Chris, not meeting the man’s eyes as he bends over his lap and presents his ass for a spanking he privately acknowledges he might deserve.
A hand runs gently over his backside. And then suddenly connects with a hard smack. He jumps. A second slap follows. He’d let Jocelyn spank him on occasion but it’s only now dawning on him that a combat-trained man might hit harder. A lot harder. The rhythm is punishing, and disconcerting in its unpredictability.
A muffled protest makes him peer across at Jim out of the corner of his eye. Phil is busy gagging Jim with a tie.
Oh god, they are so out of their depth.
- THE END -
- They've taken his doctor away. Jim's not happy. Continued here. -
Sequel to: FML (fuck my life) and FML: the Admirals' take
Fandom & Pairing: Star Trek AOS, Pike/Boyce, Kirk/McCoy and foursome mix
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mild D/s
Word Count: Around 1700
Summary: So how do you prepare for an orgy with your commanding officers?
Author's note: I have stolen some great lines from the previous comments (and saved some for the next episode). Thanks to all of you for providing inspiration.
I'm trying to post daily. I expect three (?) more episodes.
It is not betaed so if the boys sometimes sound a little British, let's put that down to the pan-Earth culture of the 2200s.
___________________________________________________
“This is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had, Jim, and you’ve had some doozies. I swear, if your brains were dynamite, you couldn’t blow your nose. But of all your stupid ideas, this takes the fucking cake.”
“As long as it’s chocolate cake, it’s all good, Bones. Will you stop being such a worry-wart?”
“Why shouldn’t I fucking well worry. We’re apparently here to have kinky sex with our commanding officers. How can this not be a galactic-sized disaster?”
A window opens in the apartment block outside which the two men are standing.
“Will you two stop loitering! You’ll give the building a bad name. Now get up here.” They both automatically snap to attention in response to the voice of the Surgeon-General.
As Jim pushes open the door to the apartment, Leonard hisses to him: “You can put it on my tombstone when this all goes horribly wrong. I told you this was a bad idea!”
Both men are casually, but carefully, dressed - Leonard in khaki chinos and a white button-down shirt, Jim in blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Leonard might have thought Jim was totally cool about the whole thing if the man hadn’t spent forty-five minutes in the bathroom fussing with his hair. Leonard had given up on his long before, letting the thick dark cowlicks fall where they will.
The two Admirals are leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping wine, both still wearing their uniforms. That official status adds an edge to the occasion that Leonard wasn’t anticipating. He wonders what on earth the protocol is for an orgy. Do you just strip off your clothes at the door and drop to your knees? Do you accept a glass of wine and make small-talk about the weather? And if so, for how long? His momma brought him up right, brought him up to mind his pleases and thank yous, brought him up to call anyone who might be even 15 minutes older than himself sir and ma’am. Sadly, her lessons in etiquette seemed to have missed that crucial conundrum of how to behave when about to be screwed at both ends by two of your superiors.
Jim seems to have no qualms about cutting to the heart of the matter. “So, we’re a foursome that could sear retinas in every quadrant of every universe ever. How’s it gonna go? I was thinking that Bones here would look very pretty on his hands and knees--“
Chris interrupts. “You were thinking? How novel. Don’t overstrain yourself.”
Phil turns to Leonard. “Did you give the spanking thing a try?”
Leonard, suddenly determined to get his own back on Jim, replies: “Yeah, I battered Jim’s ass rosy red for changing the names on all my contacts.”
Phil laughs. “And how did that work out? Trying to punish Jim Kirk with sex is like shovelling the tide, I suspect.”
“Hey, now,” protests Jim. “I’ll have you know that I’m awesome in all positions. I had a girl say to me once--“ and Jim is off and running with stories of his past conquests, starting with one involving two Orion girls and a motorbike.
Leonard casts him a sharp glance. Jim is always chatty but Leonard has come to notice that he talks even more when he’s nervous. He works on the principle that if his attempts to blind with brilliance are failing, then he should baffle with bullshit. And it sometimes works. Leonard’s seen more than one instructor let the young man get away with outrageous behavior because they’ve been overwhelmed by a tsunami of Jim-talk. He’s also seen it fail, where Jim has just continued to dig down into the ever-deepening hole he’s already standing in. It seems right now Jim is a good deal more nervous than he’s letting on.
“Cadets! At attention!” snaps Chris. Both men jump. They are now officers but it’s all so new that it can be hard to remember at times.
“Now here’s how it’s going to go down,” says Chris. “You, Kirk, are going to shut the fuck up. You disobeyed a bunch of my orders. But the worst of it is that you stole my ship. I spent four years waiting for my baby, building her up from a set of blue-prints, and you made off with her right under my nose. Oh no, no objections.” He speaks over Jim’s attempts to protest. “Strip. Now!”
As Jim hastens to comply, tripping over his own jeans in his eagerness, Leonard casts a nervous glance at Phil, who is watching with amusement. “He’s still pouting about the ship,” Phil says softly. “Worse than a five-year-old who lost his favorite tinker toy.” They share an indulgent smile at the idiocies of commanders and Leonard lets himself relax a little. Maybe this won’t be too heavy after all.
A naked Jim is once again standing to attention in front of Chris. There is a faint blush of embarrassment down his pale chest but his slowly swelling cock is telling another story. “Turn round. Slowly,” orders Chris. Jim does so, with a wink for Leonard as he catches his eye. The boy does like showing off.
“Into the spare bedroom,” says Chris. Phil shows the way while Chris grabs his crutch and follows. They’ve clearly made plans. Chris's physiotherapy equipment has been pushed to one side. The floor is covered with mats taken from a gymnasium, which are in turn covered in quilts and pillows.
“Sit!” orders Chris, pointing Jim towards a straight-backed wooden chair. Jim complies, with a smirk for Leonard.
“Giving me the director’s chair, are you?” he says.
“You just keeping telling yourself that,” says Phil with a grin, as Chris tosses him a bundle of soft white ropes. In short order Jim’s ankles are tied to the outside of the chair legs, which has the effect of spreading his knees. His wrists are tied together behind the chair with his elbows secured to the sides. Leonard, who is torn between horror and arousal, watches as Jim surreptitiously tests the knots. They don’t seem to give in the slightest. Clearly the Surgeon-General knows what he’s doing. And where did he gain that knowledge, wonders Leonard.
“And you!” Leonard starts as Chris suddenly turns to him. “You’re just as infuriating as he is.” That strikes Leonard as a bit unfair. Jim Kirk is surely in a class all of his own. “I told you on the Enterprise that I’d have words with you later. What the fuck did you think you were doing, smuggling a grounded cadet onto my ship?”
Leonard swallows hard. A stony-faced Admiral Pike is a thoroughly daunting sight. “But it worked out--“ he protests.
“I do not give a flying fuck how it worked out,” Chris interrupts. “You disobeyed orders. My orders. At attention, solider. Eyes front.” Leonard snaps into position, trembling with tension. Chris circles round behind him, the room silent except for thud of the crutch. Leonard is somewhat surprised that there is no back-chat from Jim but a glance tells him that Phil is standing behind the seated man and has stuffed one hand into Jim’s mouth while his other wanders over the bare chest, casually tweaking the nipples. Jim is sucking on Phil's fingers, wide-eyed.
“Eyes front, I said!” Leonard stares at the wall and hopes that the fine tremble up his spine is not obvious. Damn, but the man is intimidating. A voice whispers next to his ear, silky smooth. “And what do you think happens to disobedient little cadets? Hmm?”
Leonard is a grown man, experienced and mature, but he still finds it difficult to find his voice in this context. “Don’t know, sir.”
“They get put over the knee of the nearest Admiral and spanked. And we already know that you’re up for that, don’t we, cadet? Slutty little doctor that you are, sending dirty texts to your captain. Is this what you’re secretly hoping for every time you cheek your superiors?” Chris runs a hand down his chest and stomach and then squeezes firmly on his groin. Leonard is already half-hard just from the sound of Chris’s voice. He, like many cadets, may have had a fantasy or three about receiving a private chastisement from the handsome Commandant of Cadets but he’d never expected it to actually happen.
“Phil, strip him.” Having to stay at attention while the Surgeon-General unbuttons his shirt and peels it off his shoulders, unzips his pants and pulls them down over his hardening cock is one of the more mortifying things that has ever happened to him. It is also one of the most arousing.
“Can’t I get some action here?” whines Jim. “Somebody’s mouth on my dick would work.” His dick is indeed waving perkily in the air. Watching his lover being stripped for disciplining seems to inspire him. Leonard makes a mental note to dump Jim on the couch for the next week.
“Shut him up,” orders Chris as he sits down on a footstool that Phil has found. “On your knees, cadet, over my lap.” Leonard is crimson with embarrassment and can’t quite bring himself to move. Phil steps up behind him and puts a warm hand firmly on his abdomen. He speaks softly in Leonard’s ear. “Take a deep breath, Leonard. It’s not a scene. No means no, stop means stop.”
They are all watching him. He tries to think over the rush of blood in his ears. He’s about to become CMO of the flagship. He’s not fucking ready for it. He regularly wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, knowing he’s not ready. If he can’t bring himself to push past his fear, he’ll never be ready. He steps away from the warmth of Phil’s body and kneels next to Chris, not meeting the man’s eyes as he bends over his lap and presents his ass for a spanking he privately acknowledges he might deserve.
A hand runs gently over his backside. And then suddenly connects with a hard smack. He jumps. A second slap follows. He’d let Jocelyn spank him on occasion but it’s only now dawning on him that a combat-trained man might hit harder. A lot harder. The rhythm is punishing, and disconcerting in its unpredictability.
A muffled protest makes him peer across at Jim out of the corner of his eye. Phil is busy gagging Jim with a tie.
Oh god, they are so out of their depth.
- THE END -
- They've taken his doctor away. Jim's not happy. Continued here. -