Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 22:19:51 +0000
From: Kelvin Brightsider <brightsider@hotmail.com>
Subject: STAR TRICK Chapter 2

STAR TRICK : INTER-GENERATION
or
I was Wesley Crusher's sex-toy

Disclaimer: All rights TM and (C) to the characters and storylines in Star
Trek: the Next Generation are owned by Paramount.  They have a fantastic
website at www.startrek.com if you want more details.

When they produced their chronicles of space exploration and its heroes the
people at Paramount wondered at some puzzling gaps.  Why was Captain Picard
always too busy to pursue a successful relationship with women; why was he
so bad with kids; and why did he promote Wesley Crusher to Ensign before he
was 17? I would like to say that we found a secret stash of personal diary
tapes on Omicron Ceti III and have recently broken the security code - but
the truth is, we made this up.  Though plausible, therefore, there is
probably absolutely no truth in the following.  It goes without saying that
this is not intended in any way to reflect the sexuality of the characters
involved.  But wouldn't it be nice?

This story involves yet more Man/Boy(16) sex and though legal on Federation
property in 2364 where the action takes place it may not be where you are
now.  So if you live in one of those awful places (like the Ferengi home
world)
where it's even illegal to read about stuff like this, or if you find it
offensive, don't read.  However, if you are drooling at the prospect, get
on with it!

I'd be interested in any feedback: brightsider@hotmail.com If you do
write please put the story title in the subject so I can spot it in all the
junk that ends up there.

(C) brightsider March 2003

CHAPTER II

        	Computer!  Resume personal diary.  I can't believe things
are getting worse.  That a single moment's weakness has allowed me to be
dragged into this nightmare, with the potential to destroy everything I
have worked for all my life.

       	 Wesley has gone from bad to worse.  I had hopes of reasoning with
him, persuading him, but... I can't believe that Wesley - whom I had seen
grow up as Jack's son, then under Beverly's excellent parenting - this boy
who seemed so normal, whom I had even begun to admire -- could turn into
this embodiment of evil.  Not even a Ferengi could be so cunning, so
manipulative.

       	 I staggered back to my quarters and had a long shower.  I felt
dirty all over, violated by this young man and -- let's face it -- guilty
of what I had done. I felt I deserved what I had coming.

        	But he had so led me on, found my one weakness, and gone
for it.  The image of me, appearing to have raped the boy, which he played
back to me, will be seared on my consciousness forever.  That he had set
this up, and was now prepared to use the recording as `evidence' if I
failed to do his bidding, was just unbelievable.

       	That he had then, in effect, forced me into an act that horrified
me, was even worse. I had never been entered by another man before.  Had
never even considered the possibility.  One brief fling in my Academy days,
and that foolhardy act with Wesley, were the sum total of my experience --
always in the active role, never the passive.  I still felt the searing
pain inside me, where with no thought for me, he had plunged his -- I can't
bring myself to say it -- he had rammed himself into me, like some young
wild animal.  And just kept on relentlessly, forcing my body against the
holodeck wall, over and over -- all the time laughing like a maniac, saying
the most disgusting things...

       	 I threw myself in the shower, determined to put the whole thing
out of my brain -- but the images kept coming back, over and over, harder
and harder.  I realised I had pressed my body against the shower wall,
feeling the hard pressure of the warm flood of water on my back,
like... like... Wesley.  I couldn't escape the feeling of that warm
youthful body hammering its whole weight against mine; into me.  Then that
blood curdling cry of ecstasy.  What has happened to me?  Computer!
Pause...

      	Computer, resume!  I need to talk to Troi, or to someone.  But how
can I? I'm not even being totally honest with myself in this log.  What is
going on in my head?  What has this boy done to me?  For the first time in
my life I feel totally out of control...  yet somehow it doesn't feel as
wrong as it should.  I'm ashamed to say that it's almost as if I got an
erotic thrill out of it! No, dear god no!

        	I went to Ten Forward for a drink.  It was unlike me, but I
had to do something to take my mind off what was happening.  I was on the
third Aldorian ale, sitting at the bar, when Beverly and Troi walked in.
They seemed to be in a good mood, and I tried to go along with it -- but I
knew Troi was onto me in a flash.

       	 `Jean-Luc,' said Beverly, affectionately throwing an arm round my
shoulder.  `I understand I have to say a big thank you.'

       	 I was puzzled.  `Why's that?'

        	`Well, I got a message from Wesley when we were still down
on the planet and he said you had helped him enormously with his project.
He says you've offered to help him a lot more in future.'

       	 I nearly choked on the drink.

       	 `Careful, Captain' said Troi, sitting beside me and ordering up a
couple of Bolian tonics for them.

       	 `Oh yes, we had a few of these on Omicron Ceti III, they do you
the world of good,' said Beverly, and giggled.  I thought she seemed a
little intoxicated, or worse.  `You'll really enjoy it when you go down,
Jean-Luc.'

	I told them I didn't intend to go to the planet.

	`Oh, but... Wesley said you and he were planning to go down
tomorrow, since his project has gone so well.  That's really nice of you --
but I understand if you are too busy.'

       	 I nearly choked again.

       	 `He's being so kind, Troi.'  She turned back to me.  `I'm so
pleased you are getting along so well now; I know you thought Wesley was
just a silly boy, but he's more than that.'

        	`Indeed.'

        	`He so admires you, you know.  He quotes you all the time.
He said to me, '`It was great with the Captain this afternoon.  I was able
to go where no man has gone before...''  Oh dear!'

        	This time I really did choke, and had a bad coughing fit.
Beverly jumped up and slapped me on the back, then tried to give me the
Heimlich manoeuvre, but I spluttered that it wasn't necessary.

        	Troi was looking at me strangely.  `Captain, forgive me,
but... is something troubling you?'

       	 I tried to clear my throat.  `No, no, I'm fine.  Just a little
preoccupied by the repairs.'

       	 `I see.'  She wasn't convinced.

        	`Yes,' continued Beverly, `you must go down to the planet.
It's amazing what they have down there.  We spent most of our time in the
Holo-Park.  There are some amazing attractions.  Of course, there are some
more dubious entertainments down there, but I don't think many of our crew
would be going to them.  The Ferengi have set up a casino and what they
call an erotic theme park.'

       	 Just then, Wesley walked in through the door and approached us.
He stood behind Troi and his mother, watching me.

       	 Beverly ordered him a drink.  `Ah Wesley, now we can have your
birthday celebration!'

   	`Thanks, Mom, but Captain Picard has given me one today already!'
He winked at me, so that only I saw.

        	This was getting tiresome.  Troi was staring at me, sure
that there was something wrong.

        	I ordered another ale.

       	 `I hope we can go down together,' he said, winking again.
`Tomorrow, I mean, to the planet.'

		`We'll see,' I said, looking into my ale.

		`Aww, but you promised, Captain!'

		`Did I?'

		`Yes, Captain.  And my project has been going so well!
Hasn't it?  Shall I tell Mom all about it? Or will you?'

		I felt trapped.  I looked up and he was leering at me.

		`Mom, you know what Jean-Luc showed me today...?'

		`Yes, er, Wesley, well we will go down tomorrow.  I do feel
the need of a break, and I think you would be interested in the Holo-Park.
The technology is way in advance of our little holodeck here.'

		`Really, Captain, wow!'  He was pretending to be the little
boy, staying just this side of sarcasm.  `It's hard to believe I could do
better than on our holodeck.'

		`Now, Wesley, stop bothering the Captain,' said Beverly,
standing up, slightly unsteadily, I thought.  `Come on, let's go to our
quarters.  I want to give you your present.'

       	`Aww, Mom, you needn't have bothered.  Today I had everything a boy
could possibly want -- from Jean-Luc.'

         	They drifted off, Beverly with her arm round him, hugging
him.  I envied them the innocent relationship -- and almost began to wonder
if I'd dreamt the whole thing earlier.  But just as he was going through
the door, he turned and shot me a look of pure evil... as if to say, I've
got worse in store for you.

         	Troi now took my arm.  `Unusual to see you drinking,
Captain.  I thought you were more of a hot lemon tea man.  Are you sure
everything is all right?  Is there -- something -- did something happen
between you and Wesley today?'

        	 `What makes you say that?'

        	 `I don't know.  Maybe I've had one too many of these
tonics -- and the effects of the spores on the planet... but I'm picking up
all sorts of weird emotions -- hate; pain; contempt; anger; and, well...'

         	`Yes?'

        	 `Love!'

		* * * * *

        	 I got back to my quarters and turned in.  I only slept
fitfully.  I woke up several times with fragments of the day's events
running through my head.  I also flashed on the events of a few months
before, when Q had invaded and given Ryker supernatural powers, and turned
Wesley into a 25 year old Starfleet officer for a short time.  Was that
where all this had come from?  Had it remained with him?  Turned his head,
maybe.

       	 At 3 in the morning, my door buzzed.

         	`Who's that?'

        	 `Hey, lover.'

         	`Wesley?'

         	`Who else would come calling at this time, Jean-Luc?
Trying to make me jealous?'

        	 I was embarrassed that someone in the corridor might hear.
`Wesley, it's late.  Let's talk things over in the morning.'

        	 `But darling, I can't wait, I want you.'  He said this
loudly -- I rushed to the door, opened it, and pulled him roughly inside.

         	`Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that's more like it, lover; so forceful.'

        	 `Look, Wesley, this has got to stop!'

        	 He grabbed me round the waist and kissed me.  `Yea, stop
talking and make love to me!'

         	`Wesley!'  I tried to pull away.

         	`Hey, want to be top? -- that's cool with me, Jean-Luky!
I'm in a slutty mood!'

         	I cringed at the name he called me, and his attitude.
`Look, Wesley, sit down and...'

         	`Playing hard to get?  You know you want me.'

        	 `Let's just talk this through...'

         	`Admit it, Jean-Luc!'

        	 `There's nothing to admit, I...'

        	 `Computer! Play that recording again!'

        	 Suddenly all the screens in the room were showing me
apparently raping him.  He had been at the computer again -- even my
quarters weren't immune.

        	 `You know you tricked me...' I said, almost pleading.

        	 `You loved it.  Didn't you?  Didn't you, huh?'

         	His voice was rising, from an initially playful tone,
getting more and more aggressive.  I was beginning to seriously doubt his
sanity.

        	 `Didn't you, Jean-Luc! ADMIT IT!'  He suddenly slapped my
face.

        	 The recording was on a loop, playing over and over again.
His screams, the rapid thrusting of my body, his own cries, apparently
wracked with pain.

        	 `Yes, do me you fucker!  Yea you hard stud, just use me,
you bastard!'  He slapped me again, harder.

        	 What was this, some sado-masochistic ritual being enacted?
Where did a boy of just 16 pick up such things?  He was goading me --
towards anger? Towards lust?

        	 I suddenly realised that, despite everything, it was
working.  Like a bolt of lightning, I realised I desperately wanted to do
this.

        	 `Stop it!' I yelled and suddenly without knowing what I
was doing, slapped him hard.

        	 He staggered back, banging his head against the door.  He
slowly rubbed his cheek: he looked up at me and smiled, a nasty, knowing,
leering smile.

        	 He was staring directly at me.  `I got you hooked, Picard,
haven't I? You so want me.'

        	 He slowly pulled off his shirt and pushed his pants and
underwear down below his crotch and ass.  He leaned against the wall and
arched his ass out and away in my direction.

        	 `I'll forgive you anything, baby, just fuck me.  Hard and
long and deep.'

        	 `I can't do this, Wesley.'

        	 `Can't? Won't?' He turned to face me for a minute. `Must,
baby, must.  Computer! Get ready to execute the replay to all screens in
the ship on my command.'

         	`Ready,' declared the computer instantly.

		'You can't go on blackmailing me like this, Wesley.'

        	 'O can't I? This is your last warning, Picard.  Do what I
say.  Do exactly what I say.'

	I unzipped and moved in.  I felt trapped.  But my cock had never
been harder.

	* * * * *

        	 He liked to hurt and he liked to be hurt.  I couldn't
begin to understand the strange quirks in his personality that had led him
to these depths.  The worrying thing was, he was awakening a monster in me
too.  I am trying to confront this.  But it's so beyond my experience. I
remember dreaming that night.  I was in the Ferengi erotic theme park.
They had me surrounded, pinned to a table. They were all around me,
laughing.  Suddenly I felt a searing pain in my ass as one of them entered
me.  I felt the weight of his body, disgusting, sweating, dripping saliva
on my neck, starting to bite deep into my flesh with razor sharp teeth.
Then I knew I was dreaming, and felt myself trying to struggle out of it,
up to the real world - and suddenly realised I was pinned to the bed in
reality - by Wesley!

		Yes, he was fucking me with all the rough abandon of the
first time, his cock rammed into my hole with no thought for the effect it
would have on me - already sore from yesterday.  And he too was biting into
my neck, grunting, groaning, - pure, urgent, animal sex.  I tried to move
but his body was locked over mine.  I felt him thrusting harder and harder.
I suddenly realised I was pushing back against him, raising my ass with
each thrust, instinctively; and my cock was rock hard once again.  What is
happening to me? The boy reached a crescendo and gave out a terrible,
grating sound, part moan, part groan, part lust. He subsided on my back.

		I realised we had fallen asleep the night before, after the
wild passion he had forced on me.  No, how could I say he had forced it on
me when it was me doing the fucking?  When I enjoyed it so much?  My
bedside communicator sounded. I shrugged the boy off; he rolled onto his
side into a foetal position, a look of extreme contentment on his face.

		'Yes?'

		'Jean-Luc?'

		'Yes - is that Beverly?'

		Wesley looked over at me and shrugged - as if to say 'Get
out of that one!'
		'Have you seen Wesley? I'm worried because...'

		'No no, it's fine, Beverly.  He's here... he... we... were
up late discussing his project and...'

		'Hi Mom,' Wesley called.  'I'm sorry, I shoulda called, but
I thought you would already be asleep.  I was so hyped up that I asked the
Captain to discuss my project.'

		'Yes, you see, I was still awake,' I jumped in, feeling
terrible for having to lie like this.  'He slept on my couch. Besides we
were intending to make an early start for the surface.'

		'Not so early, you guys seem to have slept in.'  She was
laughing now, relieved, and no doubt pleased that we were 'getting on.'  If
only she knew!

		'We're fine, Mom, see you tonight!'

		'OK, have a fun time!'

		'We sure will.'  Again, he shot his evil look at me.
Beverly's connection closed.  'We sure will, won't we Jean-Luc?' he
murmured.