The disciplinary ‘problem’
Lucas / Ford
Rated NC-17
*Super speedy result of Diena Taylor’s overnight Birthday Challenge: Happy 20^th luv…

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The felt grazed his cheek but the discomfort was minimal compared to his mid-section. The pleasure / pain was satiating a deep craving which hadn’t really been fed since he’d arrived aboard seaQuest five months before, and he needed it.

He closed his eyes and grunted and was aware of the panting in the room from another 3 men who were watching him being fucked, bent over a table in the gloomy poolroom of a cheap motel. The salesman thrust in deep again and the shearing heat spread between his thighs and through his abdomen and the force banged his slender hips into the side of the table. His cock was trapped and crushed again. Lucas winced and tried to move slightly away so he could move his own hand down between his legs to touch himself but the salesman was really hitting his stride and continued unrelentingly to pound his ass.

The salesman wasn’t concerned for Lucas’ satisfaction and knew his partner also wanted a ride in the young blond teenager and so he carefully avoided over-stimulating Lucas, not letting him come. Lucas moaned in frustration and tried to straighten up, his bare chest gleamed in the dull yellow smoky light, his nipples raw with friction burns from the table.

 He felt two rough clammy hands grip his forearms and pin him back down to the table, and Lucas, too aroused to really fight back, let himself be subdued. He grunted again and knew the salesman was frantically bringing himself to climax, slipping in and out like a piston and within seconds Lucas clenched his asshole and felt a jet of hot fluid shoot inside him. His own cock was twitching angrily for sensuous touch but as he felt the salesman pull out of his raw ass, the hands pulled him downwards into kneeling position and held him fast. Confused, Lucas looked up to see a trucker with his pants down and his hands gripping his cock, standing over him. He turned slightly away and the cum sprayed his neck and upper chest, dripping down his abdomen.

The trucker went bowling over, half falling against the table, grunting in pain at the hard angry fist which connected with his jaw.

Lucas turned to the assailant and his heart skipped a beat. It was Commander Ford, with a bitter face.

The salesman released Lucas and tried to stand to pull up his pants, but Ford’s hand curled around the man’s sweaty neck and pushed him against the wall.

‘You are a disgusting, filthy, son of a bitch’ Ford spat into the salesman’s flushed face. ‘He’s a child of 16 and you dare touch him with your putrid pervert fingers…’

‘He said he was 18…’ the salesman spluttered, his eyes swivelling past Ford to Lucas who had risen and pulled his jeans up but not fastened them. Ford asked Lucas, without facing him, what he had told the man.

‘I said I was 18 sir’ Lucas whispered, his erection flaccid and his stomach in knots. Boy, was he in trouble.

Ford pushed the man away in revulsion, and the salesman stumbled but did not fall. He gathered his clothing and left the now empty room. Jonathan Ford finally faced Lucas.

The teenager looked pitiful; jeans half hanging off his bruised hips, nipples grazed, pale arms red and bruising, and his chest sticky with cum.

‘What the hell are you doing Lucas?’

Lucas glanced away and bit his lip, his blond hair falling over his face. ‘Does Bridger know?’ he asked quitely.

‘He knows you’re missing, we’ve been looking for hours since the sensors array have been generating a faulty output… But he doesn’t know you’re here. Doing this…’ Ford waved his hand vaguely around the room and put his hands on his hips. ‘So, what in God’s name possessed you?’

Lucas avoided the question again, and gazed through his blond fringe ‘how did you find me?’

Ford sighed. ‘I went outside the port to see if you were around and asked at the taxi rank at the ferry dock if they’d seen you. The taxi driver asked around and one guy said he’d taken you here. So I came, only to find you not drinking and playing arcade games, but allowing yourself to be publicly abused. Were they paying you?’

‘No!’ Lucas was indignant.

Ford passed his hand over his eyes and rubbed his temple ‘I don’t suppose it makes any difference’ He looked around the room for the remainder of Lucas’ clothing ‘where’s the rest of your stuff?’

Lucas shrugged ‘they took it off round the back, outside. I guess it’s still there’

Ford sighed again and shook his head. ‘Christ Lucas… It’s pitch black and raining. They can stay there. We have to get you cleaned up and find you some more clothes to take you back to the boat’ He pulled Lucas by the arm but Lucas shrugged it off and followed Ford from the poolroom.

As Ford went to rent a room, Lucas stood on the motel porch and looked out into the rain.

What the fuck was Bridger going to say? He’ll be furious, and disgusted. Lucas wondered whether he’d be sent away again, even though he made a vow to himself to give up his insatiable appetite for dirty, rough, anonymous sex. He’d got a promiscuous reputation at Stanford and after his father was forced to remove him, he whored his way around World Power and his local neighbourhood. He repulsed his father, who thought a strict military regime would quell his urges and understood his sexual cravings only extended to men he did not know. So far since joining the UEO, he’d only been fucked by two deck hands at the last port, but Lucas wanted, needed, more and now so he would repulse Bridger.

Ford called out to Lucas as he opened the motel room, and Lucas wearily followed. He walked over to the wash basin in the corner without pausing to look at the Commander, and pulled off his jeans. Standing naked, he started to rinse off the men’s cum with a cloth with the Commander watching.

‘Have you done this before?’ Ford was in interrogation mode, determined to work out what was going on with their youngest crewmember, but Lucas as evasive as usual, started to become obnoxious in his defence.

‘Quit bugging me. You found me and now you’re taking me home where I’ll be a good little boy’. His face creased into a smirk.

Ford frowned. ‘Don’t push me Lucas. I won’t report this to Bridger if I’m satisfied that this is a once off. But given your beeline for this filthy pisshole and subsequent ‘situation’, I imagine this is quite a favourite pastime of yours. Am I right?’

Lucas rolled his eyes. ‘So what? I don’t do this onboard, I always take my dirty little habit elsewhere. Dad thought if I couldn’t leave the sub I would behave myself, grow out of my propensity for taking it up the ass from strangers. But I guess once a slut always a slut.’

Ford grabbed Lucas by the arms in frustration and Lucas tried to pull away only making Ford grip tighter.

‘You listen to me Lucas. You have a real chance of making a big impact in the UEO…’

But Lucas was in a foul temper, tired of Ford’s questioning and sexually frustrated having not come once. He just wanted to close the door and jerk off. Lucas again tried to disengage himself and Ford, in exasperation, pushed him onto the bed and knelt over his torso, pinning Lucas’ arms above his head.

‘Listen to me, Lucas!’ Ford almost shouted. Wide blue eyes looked up at him and they paused looking at each other for a moment.

Ford felt a flicker of something unfamiliar unfurl in his chest. Lust.

He watched Lucas, as the teenager only slightly tried to resist before relaxing, his bare pale chest rising and falling more slowly and his adolescent biceps, once taut now melted.

Lucas keenly perceptive to these things in his long career as a sexual predator, saw wanting in Ford’s eyes and welcomed it. He would manipulate it and with any luck round off the evening with a big black cock up his ass. Lucas’ eyes smiled.

The sensation heightened in Ford as he felt Lucas’ groin shift under him, causing friction in his crotch.

‘Stop it’. Ford barely whispered, but he didn’t move off the young man, captured in a heat of a hunger he wasn’t accustomed to. He could smell Lucas. He smelt of raw sex, other men, sweat, musk. He had never been so turned on so fast – and he could see Lucas knew it and loved it.

‘Don’t tell the Captain and I’ll do as you want’ Lucas murmured, writhing sensuously under Ford, keeping his grey blue eyes fixed on the officer.

‘Lucas…’

‘Say yes…I want you, take me…’ Lucas interrupted Ford, and offered his groin for Ford to feel. He was erect and Jonathan felt his cock strain at the inside of his uniform.

‘Lucas… this isn’t a game. You’re too young, I don’t want to hurt you like those men’.

‘Then don’t. Kiss me, stroke me, fuck me gently. Just don’t say no’. Lucas raised his head and Ford complied, lost to the longing Lucas had unexpectedly awakened in him. Their lips grazed and Ford tasted Lucas, sweet, young and burning hot. He licked his lips and ran his tongue down his neck but stopped suddenly at the salty, bitter taste of another man’s sexual fluids.

Lucas just smiled languidly, watching Ford with dark aroused eyes as he got a damp cloth to wipe him down. The trail left by the cloth raised goose bumps on Lucas’ pale bruised skin, as he cleaned around his neck, sharp collarbones and around his chest, the red nipples peaking. Lucas lay enjoying the attention, his arms still above his head.

Ford ran the cloth over his stomach and around the navel, watching Lucas’ penis twitching in anticipation of contact. Ford held the cloth in his hand and gripped the teenager’s cock, his own throbbing as he witnessed Lucas’ body respond to the touch, hips thrusting up and eyes closing. With his hand still around Lucas’ penis he leant over his body and again kissed him gently, breathing in Lucas’ moan, as his hand pumped gently. He was startled by the young man’s hands encircling his face to draw him closer.

As they kissed, Lucas’ long slender fingers wandered, brushing over black skin, pulling at the zip of the uniform and pulled down.

Ford swore under his breath, knowing he was crossing a line. He could still stop, end it, but lust was making him reckless and he was nowhere near to being strong enough to resist this gorgeous, clever young man lying naked under him.

He nibbled at Lucas’ earlobe eliciting a gasp of satisfaction before kneeling up to have his uniform removed, and his t-shirt pulled over his head revealing his taut muscular frame. He kicked off his shoes and lay back on the bed to allow Lucas to pull off the remainder of his clothing so they were pressed together; naked bodies searing heat against each other.

Ford had never indulged in his homosexual tendencies and the reality was blissfully pleasurable. Their stiff cocks rubbed against each other, precum mixing and smearing along their shafts. Fingers stroked and brushed, exploring, rubbing, stimulating and tongues swirled around each other in panting kisses.

‘I’m ready’ Lucas breathed huskily in Ford’s ear ‘how do you want to take me?’ His voice was teasing but eager. ‘Oh and there’s lube in my jeans’.

Ford raised his eyebrows but said nothing and reached down to pull out the tube. Lucas took it from him and bent down, taking Jonathan’s dick in his mouth, licking the tip and sucking gently as he took in more. He felt Ford stiffen with the sharp erotic sensation he produced with his experienced tongue. After a moment more, he straightened up and smiled at Ford’s obvious extreme arousal. Lucas rubbed the lube liberally over the hard black cock. ‘And now you’re ready too’.

Ford turned Lucas over onto his side so they spooned along side one another. He raised himself up on elbow and pulled Lucas’ upper leg up and they manoeuvred into place so the Commander’s dick was pushing gently at Lucas’ asshole. Lucas tried to push back to encourage him in, but Jonathan held his hips to control the pace, slower and gentler. He started to push in, the head of his shaft pushing at the opening and Lucas with eyes closed moaned softly. He continued to push in, trying hard to maintain control in this new and fantastic experience, wanting to savour it – all of it: the heat, the smell of aroused young male, the ragged breaths.

As he finally was able to push in completely Lucas grunted and pushed hard against him. Ford leant in closer to kiss Lucas’ jaw and soft neck, again biting his earlobe. One hand strayed along his young pecs and teased the hard nipples. Lucas was relishing this tender approach, having only been subjected to cold but functional sex. He turned his face and they kissed hard, Ford pushing himself hard into the teenagers’ ass. Lucas again moaned, louder and with a smile. He turned away and closed his eyes and Ford ran his hand down and gripped the weeping cock in his hot hand.

Every push was reciprocated with manual stimulation and Lucas’ breathing became harsher and more uneven. Jonathan clenched his jaw with the tension of trying to withhold his orgasm before Lucas came. He thrust hard and his hand squeezed in response. He buried his face in Lucas’ neck as he shuddered in sexual excitement, their bodies shining with sweat.

He heard Lucas suddenly draw breath sharply and stiffen. He thrust hard one final time and in his hand he felt hot cum spray and one breath later he himself released his body and exploded inside the young man. He cried out and then sagged with the relief…

He gently pulled out of Lucas and turned him over on top of him. They lay together breathing hard eyes closed with their arms around one another, the sweat cooling their heated bodies and galloping hearts.

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Lucas smiled ‘Well this was better than my usual punter - much, much better’ and with that he bit gently on Ford’s nipple, fingers brushing over the officers pecs.

Juvenile anger flared in Ford’s head. ‘Lucas. Promise me you won’t come here or any motel like it, for this again. You’re too precious and fragile. Bridger would be devastated. And can you imagine the wrath you’d incur from Dr Westphalen?’

Lucas rolled his eyes. ‘I am not fragile and delicate’ He paused as he leant into Jonathan’s chest ‘I need this, I want to see the lust, the longing in their eyes, to feel the touch and heat of another body against my skin. I’m too young for anyone to fall in love with me, but they will fuck me’. He smiled ruefully ‘it’s a rare treat, to have it offered on a plate – they rarely refuse. Everyone’s a winner’.

Ford held Lucas close and encircled his arms around the slender frame. He rested his cheek on top of Lucas’ blond head and sighed. ‘Don’t mistake lust and sex for love and intimacy, my friend’.

‘And what do you offer?’ Lucas raised his head and absent-mindedly blew an errant strand of blond fringe away from his eyes to peer at the Commander.

‘If you behave, and I don’t find you indulging in any forbidden wunderlust, intimacy and sex certainly, and in time love, real love of an adult kind’.

Lucas snorted ‘Bullshit, you just like blond boys’ and laughed out loud as Ford pulled him over and kissed his throat.

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