Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2008 07:42:35 -0800 (PST)
From: AD
Subject: Fraking Apollo

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WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS PLOT SPOILERS FROM SEASON 1/2

"Fraking Apollo"

"You fraking asshole!"

Captain Lee Adama was angry.

"Three days! Three days I've been in here, and no one has told me
anything. How is he you motherfraker!?"

"He's alive," answered Colonel Saul Tigh cooly from the other side of the
bars. "No thanks to traitors like you. If I hadn't known you from a boy,
I'd swear you must be a toaster too."

"He's my father!" railed Apollo. "I would kill that skinjob with my bare
hands for what she did."

Three days earlier while being commended for a successful mission,
Lieutenant Sharon Valerii revealed herself to be a sleeper cylon agent by
attempting to assassinate Commander Adama. The commander clung to life
still, but command of the fleet fell to the XO, Saul Tigh. Besides trying
to keep the ragtag remnants of humanity alive, Tigh also now had the
responsibility of how to deal with the Commander's mutinous son. Apollo had
been on the CIC when his father had been shot, but Tigh had immediately
ordered him to the brig soon after. And he had been left there ever since
while the Colonel tried to figure out what to do with him. Three days later
he had decided.

Saul looked over the prisoner. Lee could only be described as
beautiful. Chiseled features, with short cropped brown hair, the younger
Adama was a looker. In his early thirties, Lee could have any woman in the
fleet.. and often did. His defined muscles rippled beneath his clothes, and
sweat dripped off due to the force of his anger. Saul knew that he must
look meek in comparison. In his sixties, Saul was nearly bald with only
some white hair left on the sides of his head. He was by no means frail
though. Always a soldier, Saul still kept fit and could handle his own in a
brawl with best of them. More importantly, he was in control of this
situation.

"So Captain Adama, what should I do with you. The recent treatment of
traitors is to throw them out of the airlock. You can thank your
ex-President for that nifty precedent."

"What do you mean! Release me, I need to see my father!" yelled Lee.

"I don't think so boy. You're staying right in that cell, and you will be
dealt with like the criminal you are. I know your father always turns a
blind eye to your delinquencies, and finds excuses for your behavior. I
will not repeat his failings."

"You could never live up to my father! Once he's recovered, he will set me
free," yelled the Captain glaring defiantly at his superior officer.

"You're probably right Lee. I guess I'll just have to take matter's into my
own hands." Tigh laughed at the joke that only he understood at this
moment.

"Guards, open the cell door," Tigh ordered.

"Apollo, you see, I've known you since the day you were born. I've watched
you being raised.  And I know why you turned out wrong," explained Tigh as
he approached the cuffed soldier.

"Commander Adama... Brilliant leader. Terrible father.. When he was around,
which wasn't often, he was always too lenient. You were never punished, and
always praised. Your mother wasn't much better either."

"You fraking nut! What are you going to do!??" Lee's tough guy posturing
was beginning to fade as he began to question what Tigh was going to do
with him.

"While your father is recovering, his responsibilities are now
mine. Including you. I'm going to fix his mistakes, so by the time he's
back in his rightful place as leader of this fleet, you're going to be the
son he deserves." Saul explained this with such force and dedication that
it cowered Apollo into backing up against the wall.

"But first we have to start at the beginning." Saul grabbed a metal chair
and dragged it to the center of the room.

"Guards, bring him here," shouted Saul, his eyes boring into Apollo.

Strugging uselessly with his arms already cuffed behind his back, Apollo
was dragged over to Saul by the two larger, silent soldiers. They hauled
the captive over the sitting Colonel, and flipped him over to be facing the
floor, resting on Tigh's legs. They then uncuffed his hands, and recuffed
them, and his feet, to the legs of the chair. All the while Apollo was
cursing them to the gods. But as great as a pilot as he was, he wasn't the
best fighter. And his smaller frame could mount no resistance to the
forceful brig guards. Once they had securely restrained Cpt. Lee Adama,
they withdrew to stand menacingly in the background. Apollo lay on Tigh's
lap, firm butt raised to the air, only able to squirm. And yell. Which he
did.

"You motherfraking pervert! What the frak is going on! What are you fraking
doing! Let me go!"

Saul just laughed, and called to the guards, "Can one of you shut him up?"
One of the massive guards, lumbered over and shoved a dirty rag into
Apollo's screaming mouth, then using some duct tape, kept it there.

"You will thank me later Lee.. I'm giving you what you need boy. What
you've always needed," said Saul quietly as he pulled down Lee's sweat
pants to reveal the perfect bubble butt framed by a jockstrap.

Lee had always been self conscious about his ass. It stuck out noticeably,
and even more so in his military uniform. His fellow soldiers would often
clap him on his bubble butt jokingly, but each time a jolt of lightning
would be set through his entire body. His ass was going to be his downfall.

The two white globes wiggled beneath Saul's penetrating gaze. Raising his
hand high into the air, Saul said loud enough for the guards to hear, "I've
been wanting to do this since you were a boy."

And with that Saul's palm came crashing down onto Lee's exposed buttcheeks.

THWAP.

Lee's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. How could this be happening? How
could...

THWAP

Lee's thoughts were interrupted by another thunderous spank. Saul couldn't
have been happier.  For as long as he could remember, he had been advising
William to take a firmer hand with his son.  The brat had always needed to
be taught a lesson, and now many years later Saul was being given the
opportunity to do so. The Colonel's hand gently rubbed the tender smooth
flesh of the boys cheeks, but caught himself before lingering too long.

THWAP

Again and again Saul spanked Lee Adama, turning his pasty white asscheeks a
glowing red. Lee's eyes began to water from the stinging pain and
humiliation. His head jerked up at each smack, and his body
quaked. Cpt. Adama had always been proud, always been the best, but
something in him was starting to break. Saul Tigh had completely stripped
his ego from him, and had him bare butt being spanked like a little
boy. His flexing muscles were useless against the restraints. He was at the
Colonel's mercy, of which he apparently had very little. The beatings on
his large round ass reverberated through his entire body, and Lee started
to shake as he felt something strange take ahold of him.

THWAP

Saul was on a roll. Over and over he pelted the upturned butt with his
palm. He was on a mission, and he would complete it. Saul lost track of
time, so engaged in the task at hand. This little brat always had life too
easy. He sailed through the academy on his name alone, and never had to
work to achieve anything. How Saul's blood boiled at the arrogance of the
little prick that lay on his lap.  Eventually his reverie was broken by the
sound of a wracking sobs.

Saul looked down at the prone boy below, tears streaming down the handsome
face. He had done it. He had broken the belligerent, upstart, Apollo. He
ripped off the duct tape, and pulled out the rag.

"What do you have to say soldier!" bellowed Tigh.

"I'm.... so.. sorry Sir!" whimpered Apollo. "Thank you .. for showing me
what I need."

Saul beamed. The commander, when he recovered, would not recognize his own
son. No more speaking out of line. No more mutinies. Lee Adama was going to
be a model soldier!

The colonel uncuffed Apollo, and had him stand at attention. Thats when he
noticed something was wrong. With his pants pooled around his ankles, Lee
Adama's bottom half was only covered by his jockstrap. A jockstrap with a
wet bulging pouch.

"Soldier, did you have an orgasm!?" growled Tigh.

"Yes... sir...I guess...." answered Lee, head hanging in shame. Sometime
during the spanking Lee found himself with a raging hardon. Something about
being punished like a child, in front of two other soldiers no less, had
awoken something inside him. He hated himself for being turned on, but he
was unable to will away the painfully erect boner.

"Did your punishment turn you on boy? Did you enjoy what I did to you!?"
shouted Tigh, grabbing the cum soaked jockstrap and pulling it down.

Lee's cut dick bobbled into view, ooze still leaking out of the tip. The
stoic soldiers in the back broke their silence, laughing at Apollo's
predicament.

Tigh was angry. He wouldn't be able to deliver the perfect son to the
commander. Instead he would be giving him a poofter. Some of Apollo's
sticky load had gotten on his fingers, and he forcefully wiped them off on
Lee's face. He purposefully smeared the dicksnot all over, degrading the
embarrassed soldier even further.

"Did you like it when your ass was played with? Is that why your cock is
still so hard? Answer me soldier!"

"I... I don't know.. Sir." answered Apollo honestly. His mind wasn't really
up to intense self exploration at the moment.

"Well lets find out then," barked Tigh menacingly.

"Guards, bring him to the table, and remove the rest of the prisoners
clothes," ordered the XO.

This time, Apollo didn't struggle as he was being manhandled. The guards
didn't even pull off his shirt, instead just ripping it to shreds.. They
heaved him on top of the table, his rock hard gooey dick pinched between
the cold metal tabletop and his abs. His red ass was on display to the
three dominant men in the room.

THWAP

"Is that what you liked boy? Did you need to be spanked so much that it
turns you on?"

THWAP

Lee jerked from the slap, rubbing his still painfully erect penis on the
table, eliciting a moan.

"Or.. perhaps you just like having your pussy played with."

Lee was unprepared for what happened next. Saul, one of his fingers still
coated in Lee's cum, drove it deep into the boy's ass. Lee howled in
response, and begged for mercy.

"Please sir... don't... please sir.."

But his protests fell on deaf ears. Saul began frigging Apollo's ass with
one, and then two fingers.

"I should have known you were a queer. Always working out, checking
yourself in the mirror, always having the perfect hair. No real soldier
cares that much about how they look." growled Tigh, working away on the
kid's ass.

 Apollo's round globes seem to spread unconsciously to accommodate the
invading digits, and Saul could swear the asshole was trying to suck him in
further. But what his hole seemed to want, his mind definitely hated. He
realized he had been a dick to everyone on Galactica, but that didn't mean
he wanted to let the 60 year old Colonel have his way with his butthole. If
only what Tigh was doing did not feel so surprisingly good. If only it
didn't feel like his ass was betraying him.

THWAP.

With his left hand finger fraking Lee, Saul's right resumed the spanking.

THWAP.

"Is this what you like boy? Is this what turns you on? Does your boypussy
yearn to be fraked!?"

THWAP

Lee's ass was awash in sensation. He had never experienced anything like
this. His butt was on fire, but somehow with pleasure instead of pain. It
was nearly unbearable, yet he had to have more.  His mind was losing the
battle, and his perfect bubble butt was firmly in charge. Apollo groaned
uncontrollably at the sensations that Colonel Tigh was sending through his
prone body. Saul took Lee's heaving moans as his answer.

"Flip him over, and hold his legs back," Saul said to the nearby
guards. The guards obediently obliged, turning the captive Apollo onto his
back, and each holding one of his legs back to near his head.. The fit's
soldier flexibility was being used against him, as they bended him to
present his winking asshole. All Apollo could do was look up at his
uncaring captors. Undoing his pants, Saul brought forth his own
impressively stiff member. The Colonel couldn't remember the last time he
had been this hard. Upon seeing his superior officer's throbbing penis Lee
again tried to summon his remaining strength to break free. But with his
knees held back against his ears, all he could do was squirm.

"I was wrong before Lee. Spanking was not what you needed. What you need is
this!"

Saul Tigh rammed his 8inch boner deep into the captain. His rod sunk into
the soldier's hot ass, and he grinned as he watched Apollo shudder as the
boy was skewered by his manmeat. The last vestige of fight left in Lee
Adama had vanished in an instant. He was fraked. Literally. His asshole
felt unbelievably full, and he felt every inch of Tigh's dick as it pushed
its way up inside his guts.  Finally, Apollo felt the Colonels balls slap
against his cheeks, and he knew he had taken the cock completely. Tigh
closed his eyes in ecstasy. While he had thought that Lee's ass was smooth
on the outside, it could not compare to the velvety milking that his dick
was recieving from it on the inside.

"Oh yea, boy, your manpussy was made for fraking," roared Tigh, leering
above Lee.

 Saul's hands grasped the younger man's hips, and he used them for leverage
to frak the kid harder.  With each thrust, Tigh's dick penetrated deeper
and deeper into the boy's insides. Lee groaned.  Something was happening
inside him. Tigh's cock was hitting something that made him want to cum. It
was a pleasure he had never known, and had no control over stopping. Apollo
moaned as he began to get lost in the fraking. Unconsciously Lee's hand
moved to yank his leaking dick, but was immediately swatted away by the
Colonel.

"I knew it. You love this. Commander Adama's own son, a slut for
cock. You've been a bad boy Lee Adama, and bad boys don't get to play with
themselves. If you want to cum, then do so like a real whore, by being
fraked up the ass," taunted the Colonel as he plowed himself a boyhole.

Lee continued to moan, despite the humiliating words. Denied access to his
dribbling boymeat, his hands snaked their way to his well built pecs, and
he began to pinch and pull his nipples. Tigh was right. How he hated the
man, but he was still right. Some part of him did love this. How could Tigh
have known? He cursed his traitorous ass for the feelings it was
causing. Lee was still as straight as ever, but no woman had ever managed
to turn him on like this. His ass was just too sensitive, and he realized
that his bubble butt, not his dick, was the pleasure center of his body.
Lee's rod was spitting a river of precum, coating his abs in a sticky
goo. His moans became increasingly louder as he was overcome in pleasure.

"Yes sir. Frak me, sir. Harder please sir! I need more," begged Lee unable
to control his desire.  "Shut the bitch up," commanded Tigh to the guards
who were still holding the boy's legs back.

Being inventive, the guards freed their hard mammoth dicks from their
pants, and started force feeding the surprised Apollo. Their cocks dueled
for entrance to his mouth, and left shiny trails all over his face. Never
having sucked dick before, Lee gagged as the large poles were shoved deep
down his throat. All the while, Tigh fraked like a jackrabbit half his age.

Speared from both ends, Lee was overcome with shame and lust. Unlike his
ass, Lee's mouth derived no physical pleasure from being used. However,
unbeknownst to him, his fraked over mind loved the role reversal. He was
the son of the legendary William Adama, he was the CAG of his own flight
squadron. He was born to be a leader, but instead he was being fraked on a
table, sucking the cocks of the men he was supposed to lead. He was always
the golden boy, star of his class, heartthrob of his female peers. But here
he was, splattered in cockslime, and moaning for more. It was too much to
take.

Lee's hard untouched dick suddenly exploded, covering himself in the
largest load of his life. The first couple shots coated his chest in white
jizz, while the rest sprayed his 6pack. Saul soon followed, dumping his cum
into Lee's bowels. Lee could feel his intestines being coated in Tigh's
seed, and when Saul pulled out he knew his was leaking onto the floor. The
two nameless guards were next. One shooting right down Apollo's throat,
feeding him his first taste of sperm. The other came all over his face,
drenching his perfect features in manmilk. Gobs of cum stuck to his hair,
and his eyes were nearly plastered shut with the load.

Apollo was a mess, coated in manseed, dazed and confused. The three other
soldiers in the room, still nearly fully dressed, quickly zipped up, and
glared down at their conquered prize.

"Take whats left of his clothes. He won't be needing them anymore." Tigh
explained, never once breaking eye contact from Lee.

Tigh turned, and exited the cell. The guards soon followed, locking the
door behind them. They left Apollo where he was, sprawled on the table,
dripping in their spunk.

End Part 1


Thanks for reading.

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