“You wanted to see me, Captain?”  Seamus Harper said, walking into Dylan Hunt’s quarters onboard the Andromeda Ascendant.

“Yes,” Captain Hunt said, smiling, “I have a very special job in mind for you.”

“Uh, okay.”  Harper looked around nervously.  “Is there something I can fix for you?”

“Yes, there is.”  In one fast movement Hunt crossed the room and wrapped his muscular arms around his engineer.  “You can rid me of three hundred years of sexual frustration.”

Harper struggled.  “No!  I didn’t sign up for this.  Let me go!”

“No, pretty Seamus.  Tonight I’m going to make you my little toy.  And you’re going to love it.”  Hunt picked Harper up and carried him over to the bed.

“Let go of me, you sick fuck.”  Harper kicked out, landing a few glancing blows.

“Oh dear, striking a superior officer, you’re in big trouble now Seamus.” Hunt twisted Harper’s arms behind his back and held both wrists with one huge hand while the other roamed over Harper’s helpless body.  “Ever since I saw you all flushed and sweating in sick bay I’ve known you’d look great being fucked.”

“Let me go, please.  I don’t do this sort of stuff.  I’m into girls.  Please stop.”  Harper was really scared now and tears leaked out of his eyes.

“No more girls for you Seamus, only me and whoever I lend you to.  By the time tonight is over I’ll have you begging me to fuck you.”

“Never, I’ll never beg you for a thing.  As soon as I get away from here I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Hunt just laughed at Harper’s words and laid him face up on the bed.  He reached up and found the restraints he’d prepared earlier.  Securing Harper’s hands he slid down he bed, rubbing Harper’s body as he went.  He rubbed more thoroughly over Harper’s crotch, grinning as the rough stimulation got Harper hard.  “See, pretty Seamus, you do want me.  Your little boy cock is coming out to play.”

“Fuck you, you bastard.”  Harper sobbed.

Hunt fastened Harper’s ankles to the corners of the bed, stretching his legs wide apart.  Pulling off Harper’s boots and socks, Hunt then stood up and slowly stripped.

Harper fought his bonds for a while as Hunt took off his clothes.  The Captain was a huge man, tall and muscular.  Harper froze in terror when Hunt pulled off his underwear and showed Harper his thick nine-inch, uncut cock.  Harper trembled, there was no way that thing would fit inside him.  Hunt would kill him with that.

Hunt walked over to his desk and picked up a long thin dagger.  Toying with it he returned to the bed and stroked the side of the blade over Harper’s face.

“Please, please don’t cut me.”  Harper whispered, his eyes tight shut.  “Do what you want, but please don’t cut me.”  Harper’s cock softened and his balls crept up as fear flashed through Harper.

“I’m not going to cut you pretty Seamus, not unless you give me any trouble.  You’re not going to be trouble are you?”

“No.”

“That’s ‘no sir’, Seamus.

“N…no sir.”

“Better.”  Hunt slid the knife under the sleeve of Harper’s Hawaiian shirt and sliced the fabric open.  He repeated with the other side and pulled the tatters away.  “Much better.  That isn’t a nice shirt Seamus, we’ll have to find you something better than that to wear.”

Hunt slit Harper’s tee shirt next, from neck to hem.  Exposing Harper’s chest he leaned down and licked Harper’s nipples.  “I knew you’d be lovely and smooth.”  Hunt said, stroking Harper’s hairless chest.  “You’re so pretty, aren’t you glad that you please me.”

“Go to hell.”  Harper said.

Hunt laughed again, “ I love breaking in a new slave, particularly a spirited little straight guy like you.”  Harper turned his head away and closed his eyes.

Hunt cut the rest of Harper’s shirt away and started on his pants.  Eventually Harper lay naked on the bed.  Dylan lay on top of him and rubbed his hard cock over Harper’s flaccid one.  Slowly the friction had its effect on Harper’s cock and it stood up, flushed and leaking precum.

Hunt reached down and stroked it with his hand.  “Good boy.  You can pretend you don’t like this but your body betrays you.  You want to be my fuck toy Seamus, look at how much you want my meat in your ass.”  Harper whimpered and more tears leaked out from his tightly closed eyes.

Hunt reached over and grabbed a jar of lubricant from his night stand and slicked up his fingers.  Reaching down he circled Harper’s asshole before plunging one finger inside.  Harper cried out and tried to struggle again but Hunt held him down and slid his finger in deeper.  Pumping it a couple of times he pulled it out and slid it back in with another.

Harper screamed, the two fingers invading his ass hurt and he clenched his muscles, trying to expel them.  Hunt was relentless though, he finger fucked Harper until Harper had to give in and relax to avoid further pain.  As a reward Hunt stroked his fingers over Harper’s prostate.  Harper bucked up in surprise and squeaked.

“You like that don’t you?”  Hunt whispered, “Just imagine how much better it’s going to feel when it’s my cock touching you there.”  Hunt rubbed again and Harper bit back a moan.  Hunt opened his mouth and began to suck the head of Harper’s cock.  Harper writhed and tried to pull away but it was impossible.  Hunt sucked and finger fucked Harper until he was on the point of orgasm and then pulled away.

Harper whimpered and bit his lip to prevent himself from asking Hunt to continue.  Hunt pinched Harper’s nipple and whispered, “The only way you’ll cum tonight is with my cock in you.  And you’re going to have to ask for that yourself.”

“Never.”  Harper said, a faint tremble in his voice.

“We’ll see.”  Hunt replied, rubbing his precum tipped cock across Harper’s mouth.  “Now be a good boy and don't go anywhere."  Hunt climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

Harper heard the shower start and struggled to free himself.  He was so ashamed at the way his body had responded to Hunt’s assault, he tried to will his erection away but it wouldn't go, the slippery feel between his ass cheeks kept reminding him of the feel of Hunt’s fingers on his prostate.  The tight leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles wouldn’t give an inch but he fought anyway.  By the time Hunt came back out of the bedroom Harper was flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“Ooooh, pretty Seamus…you got yourself all sweaty thinking about me didn’t you?  Would you like me to fuck your ass now?”

“Why don’t you fuck yourself?”

Hunt picked up the dagger and twirled it through his fingers.  “Why don’t I find out how you’d look with a few new scars?”

Harper shook his head.  “Sorry.”

"Sorry SIR!"

"Sorry s...sir."

Hunt climbed onto the bed and straddled Harper’s chest and sat down on Harper’s face.  “You need to prove you’re sorry.”  Hunt reached down and squeezed Harper’s balls painfully.  “Eat my ass pretty Seamus.”  Harper held still and tried to ignore the agony in his crotch.  “Eat it!”  Dylan said tightening his grip.

Finally Harper cried out in pain and began to lick Hunt’s asshole.  “Get your tongue in there.”  Hunt gasped, “Do it!  Tongue fuck me you little slut.”  Harper probed Hunt’s tight hole with his tongue and worked his way inside.  Hunt moaned and whispered obscenities until Harper’s jaw was sore from the constant tonguing.

Hunt pulled away and Harper sighed in relief, Hunt had been reasonably clean but rimming him had been a disgusting and humiliating experience for the engineer.  Harper’s relief was short-lived though, as Hunt turned around and thrust his hard, leaking cock in Harper’s face.

“Open wide Seamus, I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth now.”  Hunt slid the dagger across Harper’s face.  “And no biting or I’ll hurt you bad.”

Harper opened his mouth and gagged as Hunt shoved his cock halfway down his throat.  “Suck me!”  Hunt cried, pumping in and out of Harper’s throat.  Harper tried to obey Hunt, despite the choking and gagging, it wasn’t easy but he worked out how to breathe between thrusts and closed his lips over Hunt’s shaft.

It didn’t take long for Hunt to cum hard in Harper’s mouth.  He pulled back so Harper’s mouth filled.  “Don’t waste a drop of that good stuff Seamus, swallow it all.”  Harper swallowed the thick salty liquid in big gulps; it seemed like there was pints and pints of it.  Hunt pulled himself out of Harper’s mouth and kissed him lightly on the forehead.  “Good boy Seamus.  Well done.”

“Th…thank you.  S…sir.”  Harper stuttered.  He felt confused at the gentle kiss and praise.  A small part of him was glad that he’d made the Captain happy.  The humiliated angry part of him gave way a little and he relaxed as Hunt curled an arm around him and kissed his cheek.

“You were such a good boy I have a little treat for you.”  Hunt said, kissing Harper’s nipple and licking it softly.  “I’m going to make you feel so nice, you’ll never want to leave.”

Harper whimpered as the sensations rippled down from his nipple to his cock, which was soon hard again.  Hunt sought out all Harper’s erogenous zones and teased and caressed them until Harper was moaning and writhing in pleasure on the bed.

“Do you want to cum?”  Hunt whispered as he teased Harper’s opening.

“Yes, please.”  Harper said.

“Do you want me in here?”  Hunt slid two fingers into Harper’s ass and stroked Harper’s prostate.

“Oooh, please…I can’t…”

Hunt pulled away and scowled down at Harper.  “I’m doing something nice for you and you say you can’t?”

“Please, you can do anything you want, but please don’t do that.  Please let me cum.”

“I already told you; the only way you’ll cum is with my cock in your ass.”  Hunt stroked one finger up the underside of Harper’s straining shaft and circled the head before sliding it back down to plunge slowly back into Harper’s ass.  “Give me this and you can cum as much as you want.”  Hunt added more lubricant and worked a third finger to Harper’s ass.

Harper moaned, he wanted to cum so badly, Hunt’s fingers filled him up and made him ache with both pleasure and pain.  He was still frightened of Hunt’s huge cock though so he stayed silent.  For the next hour Hunt teased him to the point of orgasm and backed off five times and Harper could barely think.

Harper’s balls drew up, ready to discharge and Hunt pulled back again.  Harper howled in frustration and cracked.  “Yes, do it!”

“Do what, pretty Seamus?”

“Fuck me!  Just fuck me, please.”  Harper started to cry and Hunt wiped the tears away gently.

“You want to be my little toy?”

“Yessir.”  Harper sobbed.

“If I untie you are you going to be good?”

“Yessir.”

“You want me to use your ass for my pleasure?”

Harper nodded and whispered, “Yessir, I want you to fuck my ass.  Please.”

Hunt released Harper’s restraints and turned him over onto his stomach with a pillow under his hips.  “Just relax pretty Seamus.  It’ll only hurt a little.”  Hunt lubricated himself, pushed Harper’s ass cheeks apart and pressed the blunt head of his cock against Harper’s tight opening.

Harper gasped as he felt himself start to stretch open, the uncomfortable full feeling of Hunt’s fingers was nothing compared to this.  He whined and clamped down.

“No Seamus, open up for your Captain.”  Hunt whispered, thrusting forwards and forcing himself past the tight ring of muscle.  Harper screamed, he felt as if he was being ripped open, his ass burned and he struggled.  Hunt laughed, “I’ve barely got two inches into you, little fuck toy.  Just relax and enjoy it.”

“No, please, it hurts.  Take it out.  Please stop.”

“Too late Seamus, you said you wanted me to fuck you and I’m going to do just that.”  Hunt lunged forwards and forced another couple of inches in.  Again and again he thrust, as Harper screamed underneath him, until he was fully sheathed in his toy.  He took his time to reach his climax, making sure that every pump of his powerful hips sent his cock raking over Harper’s prostate.

Soon Harper was a sobbing pile of conflicting sensations on the bed.  The pain and the pleasure battled for dominance and when Hunt reached down and stroked his cock he finally gave in and came hard.  He tried to pass out but Hunt continued pistoning into him, sending waves of pain though him.  Eventually Harper started to get hard again and lay silent and resigned until Hunt’s attentions forced another round of cum out of him.

Hunt felt Harper climax under him and let himself go.  “See, I told you you’d like it.  You can get cleaned up now if you want.  Do you need help?”

Harper nodded weakly and Hunt scooped him up and carried him to the bathroom.  Hunt filled the large bathtub as Harper sat limp and unresponsive on the laundry hamper.  Hunt ran his hand through Harper’s hair and kissed him on the lips.  “It’s okay now, sweet Seamus.  The pain isn’t as bad the second time.  Soon you’ll be stretched enough that it won’t hurt at all.”  Hunt picked Harper up and sat them both in the bath.  Carefully he washed Harper and lay in the warm water cradling him and kissing him gently.

“You’re mine now, aren’t you?”

Harper nodded.

The End
 

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